 | Submitted by Kathy Miletic
E-mail: kathy_oz65@hotmail.com
Your presence was there in the darkness. It was difficult for me to see but I could feel the cold air around me like, the morning fog that, settles outside my window. "Why is this selfish appearance of yours, so sly and cunning?" "Why don't you just face me like you used to?" "Stop hiding from me! I know you're there." Just then his hand reaches out, and touches my face. There was no cold air this time, but the warmth was so obvious and tender. My heart was beating in a furious motion, and then the words of love which comforted me, and lay me down to rest beside you in the dream that brought you back to me.
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