Your Embrace

My fingertips,

They graze your face.

My heartbeat quickens to your pace.

Footsteps begin, and movements break;

And what is left but your embrace?

Elevators close their doors

And rush down,

Sneakers greeting floors,

I’m left in cold remaining space,

And all that’s left is your embrace.

RossLynn

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