How can it be that I am young again…
How can it be that my heart races like the first glimpse I had of you…
How can it be that my mind recalls vivid memories of the past like they were of yesterday…
How can it be that the photos of you are like libraries of treasures in my soul…
How can it be that I feel no guilt for the things that my heart yearns for…
How can it be that I am drawn to you like a flower to the sunlight…
How can it be that I only remember the warmth…
How can it be that I can still feel your pulse within my arms...
How can it be that I can smell the intoxicating perfume of your smile…
How can it be that I can remember your reaction to my touch…
How can it be that I am here and your are there… an eternity away…
How can it be that I may have to continue with only a dream and my memories…
How can it be…
Shannon R Killman
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