When I Close my Eyes

I still feel him.  I close my eyes and I still feel him.  My face in his neck.  My head against his chest.  My fingers following the bottom of his hairline.  My hand moving up his strong arm wrapped around me.  It's safe.  I still feel safe....but only when I close my eyes.

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