After the heat passed out of our veins
and cold sucked all energy
right through the soles of our feet
to the same place shadows reached to.
When your voice seemed to linger,
half calling,
your smile flickering in my periphery.
That was when I turned my head,
slow and deliberate,
lips caught around words
I’d wished I’d said to you.
Carol J Forrester 
POwerful writing. Really well penned.
Thank you.
You are most welcome Carol. Happy Easter!
If I had to rate this one on a scale of 1 through 10, I’d give it a perfect 61.
Saturdaylicious.
Thank you Ron. 🙂
So poignant.