How I wish you were here
Sometimes I close my eyes
and it seems as if you are next to me
I feel the warmth of your body
and the touch of your hand
I smell the scent of your skin
and I hear you breathing
Then I open my eyes realizing
it was just an imagination
Dedicated to Bill- written on May 3rd - just 2 days before...
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 13.05.2010.