Atonement

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Her name dripped from his lips,

as if it were of his last breath.

Shaking as each letter slipped,

off his tongue, reaching for her ears, to rest.

All he was, she owned it,

held like a tissue in her hands.

Everything he’d ever felt,

circled round, at her command.

A brush of hand was all that lingered,

a memory of a kiss, that once, they shared.

With his hands, her hair, he lightly fingered,

the urge to hold her, more than he could bear.

C e c e l i a…..

He whispered in the darkness,

somehow, he knew she’d hear his call.

The love he felt for her, was endless,

no will to fight the feeling, so he fell.

The morning danced, exuberant, with all its colors,

at last, they'd meet again, no distance known.

They'd blend as one, just like the watercolors,

for past mistakes, forever would atone.