I linger here in the darkness
standing alone and feeling alone
aching to swim in your dreams
suddenly, a soft touch caresses me
feather-light across my lips
and in that brief moment
I feel your presence
and then you are fading again
drifting slowly away into the night
and one hour into another
my tears are falling like rain
© Ann Bagnall

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