A strange and heavy sadness lurks beneath this beautiful day,
Where is that coil of hair that catches around your ear?
When will I feel you reaching for my hand again?
When will I feel your bracelet digging in to my side once more,
When will I see that scuffled shirt, those faded jeans, your favorite dress?
When will I feel you curled up close in my arms again?
9/3/01 © Huw Powell
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