Midnight Confessions

Poet's Corner

If I could tell you once more ….
How much your strength means.
How I could get high on your laugh.
And dampened by your voice.

To feel the rigor of your soul collide with mine.
But alas, you are gone,
With your stories,
And our midnight giggles.
You grew tired, weak.

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