Touch me again

My hand reached out to touch you but all there was was air

I stared into the garden and see the birds fly off

I can’t tell you any thoughts like the ones we used to share

Are they bound for Africa, àre they plump enough?

I call out for your tender touch,I ask you to come back

All there is is silence,no love to fill my lack

I cry out for your presence now but you are flying too

I have to do this part alone

I don’t have a clue

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