Soft whispers and…
Your scent and
your touch and
still not you.

Not for moments and love.
Not for days and touch
and alone and
Yes!

Sorrow does have
a human heart.
And…without time
it does not depart.

So! Witch Magic -
I will follow
you as things
and tears…

No! Just whispers and
words brush my cheek
and your soft lips
and your love.

And! Night whispers
and oh God now
remembered and
silence.

So! Sally and somewhere,
do you ever dream—

Ever dream
of me?

Those tiny bruises -
touching love near
country dirt roads
you adored.

Sally! In the
darkness of
this sleepless night -
I miss you…

from–“Sally Walles” by Philip M. Edwards

And! Beautiful you are…