It is such a soothe to my senses, when we talk
I just contrive myself into the cocoon called us
all else, shuts eye, and I am in a dream within a dream
You make me laugh
I get lost in the crackle within myself
Your sense of humor pervades me to love you more
'cause what more does anyone need
other than to have someone to make one laugh
A smile does cross me every time we talk
I embrace it, like the warmth of the October Sun
It is embalming and all consuming
I take snapshots of this memoir
they shall stand their stead
as time would weaken the links and broaden the space
and it would be me watching the sunset and hills ahead
alone on the stone bench
whirring back and forth in time and space....
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