If only you would touch me, I could breathe again. If only you would hold me in your arms, my frozen heart would thaw from such tender embrace. If only, if only.

A time when the world around me gleamed with hope, such luster has been list since your touch ceased. A time when my laughter would ring aloud, I smile less since your touch ceased. A time, a time.

If only for a time.


Copyright 2016 by Grace Charles

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