High School Sweetheart
The most I desired
The least I could have
Her memory now
Just a tantalizing, fingertip touch
On my heart
The sweet smell of her
Is but a gentle breeze away
The thing I desire most
the next reunion
with her
I fear is gone
to stay
poem by Matt Mondschein
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