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Date Posted: 00:35:03 03/26/01 Mon
Author: Beki
Subject: When He's Gone

When He Is Gone

When he is gone,
no longer a tangible part of your life,
no more the one true constant
in your ever-changing world,
you know that you miss him.

When someone smiles,
it is always HIS smile,
reflecting all the satisfying days you shared.
At night you dream his eyes;
brown as roasted chestnuts,
soft with his longing for you.
And you dream his voice,
whispering secret promises in the dark.

You dream his eyes and voice,
and then his touch;
how it sent shivers of pleasure
like electrical currents coursing through you.
You dream his warmth,
and the way he loved you;
gently, tenderly, undressing you
as though unwrapping a precious gift.

You dream his eyes and voice and touch,
and then his taste, the minted flavor
of his tongue when he kissed you,
the soap-fresh taste of his skin.
Your tongue remembers the taste of his sex,
the sea-salt delight that drew you again and again.
You dream his eyes and voice and touch and taste,
and you know how much you miss him.

You dream everything that you remember,
so clearly that if you could just reach out,
you could pull him back to you,
hold him close enough to keep his image from fading.
But even though you dream him
standing there before you,
you'll never reach him,
and his image will fade,
a little more each day that passes.

The image fades but the memories remain,
and you gather them to you
like wildflowers in a spring meadow.
You gather the memories
and bury your face in their fragrance,
longing to keep them fresh,
forever protected and cherished in your heart.

But you know that time will leave its mark,
as it does with all things,
until even the memories fade away,
until you only remember that you miss him.

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