Chard deNiord: Last Goodbye in the Time of Corona
The darkness arrived without your voice
or touch, my love, and yet I heard
your voice and felt your hand in mine.
March 31, 2020 · 6 Comments
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The darkness arrived without your voice
or touch, my love, and yet I heard
your voice and felt your hand in mine.