it’s the space between the words
the gentle intake of breath
it’s your lost island look
when i’m near
it’s the sense i am so beautiful
i bless you with my smile
it’s the unexpected touch
i’m still here
it’s the love we know we’d make
and the children that would come
it’s the depth of night’s embrace
all you fear
it’s the words we do not say
and the silence says it all
please stay with me tonight
year to year
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© Eliza Alys Young
