Opportunities MissedA Poem by J. David
We danced drunkenly in the firelight,
and only after do I realise the extent your touch had done. Be it the way you held my hand, or the feel of your laughter in my bones, or the closeness of your lips. It hurts my heart to think of the chance of us I may have missed.
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Added on July 3, 2018 Last Updated on July 3, 2018 Author
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