I hear him calling
Sometimes I swear he's screaming out my name...
But there's not a sound
I feel him reaching out
Sometimes his lips pressing against mine
But eyes open, he's not here
I hear him thinking of me
Sometimes swearing I can see him up close
But it's never real
I swear I feel him loving me
Calling out over the chasms of life
But then he doesn't say a word... And I question my sanity...
Until whispered words on untouched lips tell me he loves me...
Then I will be free
About the Creator
Mycheille Norvell
Mycheille has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment, as well as a Master of Science degree in Instructional Design & Technology, from Full Sail University. She has been writing since she was a child.
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