A wife reminiscing about her deceased husband.
I sit quietly embraced with silence,
as my mind sojourn’s the path,
of my inner thoughts.
Smiling my thoughts centered upon,
buried treasures in my heart!
The embedded creases of your smile.
the warm touch of your skin.
your soft brown eyes;
and yes, even the dimple of your chin.
Ardently, my mind sojourn’s it’s trail,
as it reminiscences these things, ever so well.
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