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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

I remember the joy....
the pride.
Of being by your side.

I remember the flutter in my heart....
as you walked into the room.

He is mine..
The feeling of ownership was overwhelming

As was the feeling of belonging.


To own ..to belong..

I weave my hand through yours ,
as we walk..

I  intertwine my fingers with yours.
pump them,
wanting to feel the reciprocating warmth of your palms.....

I lean my head on your shoulders...

I hold your face by the chin
and look searchingly  into your  eyes..

Eyes which were always hungry,
for the sight of me

I run my fingers over your lips.

They attempt a hint of a smile.
The attempt as half - hearted as mine.

Oh, the effort !

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