"I try
but then
without warning
someone says your name
and it hangs in the air
Salty
Dry
Crackly
as I hold my breath
and look away
sometimes I hold a hand to my chest
just above my heart
as I struggle to hold back
the tears
the flood of memories
the longing for you"
Sharon Paine 19.05.2014
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