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June 2004

By sunshinepill (LJ)

You told me not to touch you,
But I did.
I wanted to see if sorrow was warm,
If only just a little.
But
You were soft
And
Cold to the touch
Like crushed winter flowers.
You cried diamond tears,
a precious few.
I kissed them,
Wanted to hold them,
But you turned away.
"No more," you whispered
Soft as breath.
And if I could
I would have cried.
But in time it seems,
My tears have dried.
"Cry for you," I said.
"Mourn for you,
But live for me."
And so you have,
And so you do,
And so you will.