You were there
I could tell
I could feel you
in the air.
But when I awoke
the sense of you
was lingering
while the rest of you
was lost.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Wow! This could apply to so many situations. An absent Lover. A Loved one who has crossed over. Dreams that are so real that they cross the line of reality and imagination. Memories accompanied by fragrances and voices so close that you can almost touch the people and pets within. This poem is incredible.
Thanks Deborah
Simply beautiful. And sad.
Thanks, Felicity
Yesterday would have been my wife’s 60th birthday. This is so very apropos.
My condolences on your loss. 😦
This is such a beautiful poem. I, too, have those who linger but are no longer here. My heart will always long for a brief word with them and a long heartfelt hug. Thank you
My pleasure, Lisa.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
Thanks, Timothy
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Short and impactful.
Thank you.