Close Enough to Imagine

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She grieved love,
the embrace she'd not known,
the reassurance she longed to touch,
to have near,
tenderness like her own.

There were times
she'd watch it from afar,
close her eyes to imagine it was hers,
its arms about her
whispering she wasn't alone.

She'd ask why,
but asking fixed nothing,
she was an achiever who conjured,
who summoned her gifts,
finding words to suit them.

©January 2023
Christina Anne Hawthorne

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