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Volume 1 Issue 1
Page 7
Page 7
When those we love die,
we struggle to hold them in our hearts;
but we so love and know
the physical being
that it's like holding air, unseen, and unfelt
our hands long for the beloved,
and all our faith
in the survival of souls
cannot touch what
skin has taught us
of love
I cry for spirit
to leave a scent, a color,
a stain that I can see
so when my heart cries its loss
there is something
I can hold onto,
memory has no weight
and fades in any light --
there is no comfort there.
So I long for one kiss,
one scar to touch in the night
we struggle to hold them in our hearts;
but we so love and know
the physical being
that it's like holding air, unseen, and unfelt
our hands long for the beloved,
and all our faith
in the survival of souls
cannot touch what
skin has taught us
of love
I cry for spirit
to leave a scent, a color,
a stain that I can see
so when my heart cries its loss
there is something
I can hold onto,
memory has no weight
and fades in any light --
there is no comfort there.
So I long for one kiss,
one scar to touch in the night
| When Those We Love Die By Reneé Dodds |