A memory

He stands at his desk
Staring out of the window
All he can see is a face
That haunts his dreams and waking hours
He whispers a name
And his sigh echoes in the silence
An all too brief kiss
Is the only memory he has left

The name falls from his lips in a sigh
And is scattered by the breeze
The image he sees in his mind
Has begun to blur
But he still remembers the arms holding him
And the feel of lips on his
The frantic beat of a heart against his
That lasted for less than a minute

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