you came to me this morning in a dream
you were on my couch
this couch
in jeans and no shirt
you were laying down
when i approached you
you made those little sounds
you always made
when you wanted me to comfort you
like an innocent child…
you rolled on your side facing me
and tucked your hands in between your legs,
prayer style at the top of the knees..
i ran my hand over your hair,
and spoke words of comfort
i couldn’t really hear…
then i bent down and kissed you
tasting the sweetness of your lips
as i parted mine
and allowed my tongue to touch you
just for a second
you were content then.
i left you to sleep…
for that instant
there was no hole in my heart….
Posted in celebration of the life of David Alan Gardon 2/10/66 – 1/17/04
Until we meet again….
Thru Violet's Lentz 
the love in your words ❤
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Can do little to mirror the love in my heart. Thank you for being here.
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Sweet, sad, touching !
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Thank you for sharing it with me..
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This is a lovely piece, Violet. Really touches the heart.
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Thank you for being here to share it with me.
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A heartfelt poem. Quite beautiful 🙂
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So much in this life fades. Loss isn’t like that. Every perceived interaction seems a gift. Thanks Crispina.
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That hold that will never be filled. (K)
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You are very right.
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The last two lines are sublime, Violet. Beautiful poem.
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So lovely and poignant.
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Thank you so much for sharing it with me..
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