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A poem for a friend, about a friend. |
| A hope caged A thought singing in my mind Your face A comforting sight Your eyes With all your history in them The happiness, the pain. Your touch Burns like a brand A phantom caressing me in my darkest hour Your smell Never leaving my mind. You haunt me Never far away Always in the corner of my vision Disappearing as soon as I turn. I hear your voice Comforting like the rush of the ocean Ebbs and flows Always clear in my head. |