Yes, there's a quiet
wind
of change in the air.
It has surrounded your face,
wrapped
so softly and
with
loving care.
I am forced to
notice
the way your eyes
glisten.
Amidst the warm summer
evening
your touch is still
cold
your grip is still
firm.
I was stuck smiling
at you
the whole evening
we spent
together
I can no longer
tell
if it's your eyes that are
glistening
Or if it's just light
condensation
on the backside of
the plastic.
No more firm
touch
your dreams are
waiting
I felt you
let go
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eh, I can't say I enjoyed it that much, The stanza separation was a bit taxing. Some of the lines sounded like they should have been placed together rather than apart. The ending was well done, and I read it over for that, but it wasn't enough to save it
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