With trembling hands he cupped my face and kissed me on the forehead.
It stirred my soul.
We looked at each other as eyes brimmed with unspoken words.
Lips parted to be merged.
Gingerly we probed.
I tasted his euphony, silently imprinting him in words.
As I arched my neck, he sang.
Time stood still as his passion echoed.
Wrapping him in my heart, I felt his shrouded pain.
All that I could manage to whisper,
No more my boy, welcome home.
It stirred my soul.
We looked at each other as eyes brimmed with unspoken words.
Lips parted to be merged.
Gingerly we probed.
I tasted his euphony, silently imprinting him in words.
As I arched my neck, he sang.
Time stood still as his passion echoed.
Wrapping him in my heart, I felt his shrouded pain.
All that I could manage to whisper,
No more my boy, welcome home.
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