I cling to you
like sunlight in
the startled trees;
with shadows cast
when you’re not
there.
I cling to you
like incoming
tide weeping into the sand
leaving tears
with receding waves.
I cling to you
like the last
breeze of summer
leaving abandoned
stalks
of harvest
in its wake.
I cling to you
with the whisper
of unsaid words;
the semblance of
smile
when laughter
has dried.
I cling to you
with more than
capturing arms,
more than an
embrace,
more than the
entwining
of evening.
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