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The Unfinished Girlfriend ©

J. D. C. Campbell
Ayr, Scotland
2005

The chill wind blows through my bones
Yet all I feel is the warmth of your touch
And hear the soft whisper of your breath
As your soundless laughter smiles in my head.
But you are dead.
You are dead.

Gone, the softened words of comfort
No strengthening arm to pull me near
No hand to hold and share the pain
No finger gently wipes a tear.

My endless joy crushed by despair
You lie before me; but you are not there.
I hear your voice and feel you close
But you have left me, alone and lost.

Yet here you lie, so close, so still:
So still, my love.
So still, my love.



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