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12/10/10
Whisperings
This early afternoon, you flew away from me. Tonight, sitting in this pre-Christmas-giddy restaurant, I realize that your trip to California Has already created a vacuum vaster than I'd anticipated.
I listen to my voice whispering, As if for the first time, "Miss Glatzer, may I have the pleasure of your pleasure?"; "If I've not missed my guess, You, precious Linda, are the rest of my life"; "I'm not going to miss you when I miss you."
These endearments, echoing in my reveries, Heighten my longing for your nearness, fingertips, lips. I hear my heart whispering, for the first time, "You're more important to me than I am to myself."
12/10/10
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