Adieu-Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo

 

I feel someone gently tugging at the end of my blanket

And it stirs memories

Stirs memories I tried so hard to bury.

The beautiful laughter that still rings through the hallways of my head,

Of a wickedly lively voice

Now echoing in dead.

Your warm touch,

That once … Continue Reading

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