Phantom steps… steps… steps…
Walk around his bed at night
He smiles, half asleep, knowing
He was loved and taken care of
Time warps itself around him
Carries him too often from here
And he longs for those moments
Between sleep and wake
Where he can feel her presence
Pretend for just a few more…
He is making her laugh
He is wiping her tears
He is holding her hand
That he can just reach out…
Touch her face
Kiss her lips
Feel her skin
Or just…
Lie and listen to her soft snore
Watch her as she dreams
Or feel her heart beat
Phantom steps… steps… steps…
Remind him she’s gone
HASTYWORDS 
That touches – Yes, it can be like that.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Have you heard the phantom steps?
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Oh Hasty ❤
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OH Nicole 🙂
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This. ❤
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That touches deep.
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Sad ..but beautiful. For some reason, it made me feel like this poem was connected to another one I read..hmmm…I need to see whose that was..lol.
This one: http://blogirl.info/the-whimsy-of-my-dreams/ 🙂
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Oh that was good. I like Darla. This one was written on an important anniversary for someone I love very much. I cried when I wrote it. My heart hurts when I put myself in his shoes.
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Aww..I’m sorry to hear. Hugs. I hope he will heal 🙂
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Thank you. Me too.
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That’s stunning.
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Powerful…
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