michèle voltaire marcelin

if you should think of me later
and recall our time together
do not count in months, no, not in numbers
count in love and in pain, in tenderness
count in silence and the weight of absence
remember how the scent of you found its way through my hair
how i enfolded your body through the distance
disarmed the night with my caress
with the beating of my heart
i tell you now
each word i wrote was to conjure your presence
i promise you
in the grief of my dreams
under the vastness of the sky
in the middle of nowhere
even if i were quite blind
i would find you
and sing of your existence

michèle voltaire marcelin

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