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Breath
If I could borrow but a single poignant line, From the resonant plenitude of Shakespeare's ageless mind, To encapsulate the sad-sweetness overwhelming my emotions, As I fly home, alone, Leaving our past week in your safekeeping, blessed Linda, It would be this evocation of the bard's melancholy: "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
But what lingers, lingers on my lips Is the precious breeze that lifted from the depths of your being, Drifted through my veins, my cells, my spirit, my soul, When we kissed good-bye, Unwilling to separate, refusing to return to ourselves... That wordless wisdom you whispered, kept whispering, With every exhalation of your breath I inhaled.
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