Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Count to Ten

Then your eyes clouded over,
And you shed a tear.

I told a terrible joke.
You smiled, we laughed.

I held you close,
Your hair a burgundy perfume.

You whispered a shiver down my spine.

I will close my eyes and count to ten.
If you are still here then,
I will believe this dream.

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