"Held in arms" was our one poetry duologue over the 26 years of our friendship. We always wrote though, always shared our words.
You responded to my poem
- how proud i was, how delighted
that you should choose this intimacy.
And now i can never hold you again
though i will never ever let you go
I can never stroke your luscious locks
or run a finger along your jaw
How i long to hear your sing-song voice
on the phone, on Skype, anywhere
Why didn't i keep a recording?
How could i so casually hit delete?
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