Maskless, We Were Free
 
I feel a deep, deep yearning
   for the woman I loved and lost,
an’ I find myself returning
   to every hill we crossed,
to every shore we sat upon,
   to all the bread we broke,
to everything that’s dead an’ gone,
   to every word we spoke.
 
There may have been some twists an’ turns,
but you’d be there to kiss the burns,
   the hidden wounds that bleed.
There may have been some shakes an’ shocks,
but I’d be there to break some rocks
   in our hour of need.
 
I feel a deep, deep yearning
   for the woman I loved and lost,
an’ I find myself returning
   to every hill we crossed,
to every step she ever took,
   to every little note,
to every line in every book,
   to every word she wrote.

Duncan Gillies MacLaurin


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