Was a Gentle Touch Enough?

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Was a gentle touch enough?

A tender brush of hand on cheek.
While kneeling I
Beside you in that cold and soulless tomb. 
Your face no longer tightened
With apprehension. 
And now no mention of the coming weeks.  

But was a gentle touch enough?

Though long those sleepless hours we’d keep,
Each hollow sigh 
Was as a clock strike in an empty room.  
Thus, words made us too frightened
In our suspension, 
To draw attention as to what might be. 

And so, we hardly spoke of love. 

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