She clings to him The way she clung to that blue ribbon
Long ago, maybe, maybe not, the same man Now as then, and
yet,
The same feeling of comfort Remembered then And long since
lost,
The indented space in the bed beside her, Still warm, if
only in memory,
As are the caresses He/them/whom ever gave The lingering job
not yet
Enough to make up for The sense of loss, He/she/they once on a
heavenly path
From which both have been diverted That man back then
When she claimed him as first prize, maybe the same man and in
some ways is,
The face different perhaps, yet not the sense of comfort she enjoyed
When his arms surrounded her, protected her, kept back the
ghosts of the past,
And yet, this was not enough, he scared off rather than one
of the men who cling
Too far away to embrace and yet close enough for her to still
reach out
And pretend she can touch him, needs to.
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