In the empty spaces that surround me
in the silent echos of each day
I miss the sound of breathing from another
the gentle touch of skin against my own.
the warm caress of your arms wrapped around me
—the kindest person that I’ve ever known.
I’ve adapted, seeking to find comfort
in knowing there’s no longer any pain
My prayers aren’t heard, there is no bargain-making,
yet I’d trade my soul to feel you once again.
© Ginny Brannan 2025
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