We don’t touch
much
anymore
Whose fault is that
Do you feel the same ache
same pain that saps my
strength and leaves a
stain on my heart
Are there things in the spring
birdies singing
peepers peeping
days lengthening
that make you shake
quake with longing
Let’s wipe the salt from
our wounds and
reach out
again
rhymeswithbug 
Oh, WOW–I had a flashback, reading this. You’re an incredibly good writer.
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You’re making me blush :-). Thanks for stopping by.
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Okay–should I tone down the praise?
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No. I love it. We all need that kind of encouragement. Thanks.
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Whew! I don’t want to be on your last nerve.
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I love the sing song feel of this..makes those disagreements seem like child’s play looking back…so hopefully room to make up!
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Thanks 🙂
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I love the hope there in the end.. sometimes it is as easy like that.. just reach out.
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And sometimes that’s the hardest thing
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How beautifully this reads (I always read poems out to get their feel) with Spring urging reconciliation with your emotive poem.
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Wow…..wiping that salt from the wounds and reaching out again….that can be the hardest thing to do sometimes. Beautifully written 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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