a friend`s friend goes home...He was a kind soul..
I had the feeling He left without that one true love He waited for...

Most said

When breath did not exist..
the soul a fleeting thing,
it emptied the room.

that very moment..
most thought a hollow man...

I leaned in..
touched His hand...
He knew love more than all.

Protecting love..
nourishing love with acts,
waiting its birth...

Breath was taken in,
and released with that thought,
and the witnessing.
Hollow most said..but...He knew love... Vincent

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Last edited by lane1777; 10/06/17 04:19 PM.

"Grace always pours from a closing wound"