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In My Loneliness
by David N. Muxo
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In my loneliness I think of you, and though I am far away (a million miles?) your presence dances in my eyes to light my memories. (Sweet memories, fond words sleeping on a perfumed page until I wake them with my glance.) I watch old movies and I think of you (as though they were yours and mine somehow). I sigh a little when the hero rides into the sunset with his love. I sometimes ride into that sun, and memories of you slip through my mind like loving fingers through my hair. |