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Sometimes

by  joanie

Posted: Monday, July 5, 2004
Word Count: 50




Sometimes
my hand stretched out across
the miles can calm your troubled heart.

Sometimes
I touch your hair, your face,
and feel your warmth on empty hands.

Sometimes
engulfed in loneliness
I close my eyes and there you are.

Sometimes
reality kicks in -
I just sit quietly and weep.