Your Voice Still Echoes, In The Silent Hours Of The Night

Poetry May 31, 2021

I think of you, your words and fingers
Your picture still hangs on my wall
It has been years, the touch still lingers
Your smile does still take its toll

Your voice still echoes, makes me shiver
Makes me dream of what we were
Your touches they still make me quiver
Make me wish that you still cared

I think of you when I gaze others
I talk to you at night alone
Swallow your name when I call lovers
For past sins I still atone

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Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes or strokes. Things get weird sometimes, but then that's why you're here.