Whisperings from a Snow Angel

A collection of stories, thoughts, and opinions by me, a theatre fanatic with a realistic job.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Part Of Me

If I never see you again,
never taste your lips
or feel your warmth.

Giggle with you
or play in the rain

I will carry you
at my fingertips
and in the corners
of my head

For you
have become a part
of what
I am
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