I Wish I Was In Your Arms Tonight

A scrap of paper tucked in my pocket...

It gives me comfort tonight as I greet those who have come to pay their last respects.

My fingers wrapped around it like a lifeline.

Only a likeness of you.

But it is solid. And real.

A photo you had taken once for business.

A slight smile to gently soften the seriousness of your expression.

Only a photo but it gives me strength.

To face the tears and heartache of losing someone I held dear.

I want to run to you. Find solace in your arms.

Feel the steady beat of your heart against my cheek.

Hide in your embrace. Protected from the pain.

Sheltered from the storm.

This is what I wish for. What I need.

But still.

I have the photo. And it has to be enough.

Yes. It is. Enough to get me through.

Your presence still lingers. There is strength in it.

For that alone, I am grateful on such a night as tonight.

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