I feel the lingering touch<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of the others<BR>
yet on my skin --<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;their gaze still rests<BR>
behind my eyes<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as I walk in the dark<BR>
home in the dark<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;memories of them all <BR>
shuttering in my mind,<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;their scent, taste, feel<BR>
with me, a moment, a next, passing, <BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;quick, and the next one, and returning,<BR>
they are all with me still,<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and their residue will float with me<BR>
always until the end<BR>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and may I be so remembered as well.<BR>
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--SSM 6/23/02