I felt him
walk through the room.
I felt his touch
as he rubbed my cheek.
I know he was there
when my t.v. changed channels
Sometimes
I feel his presence
so strong
I start to cry.
I know he's among us,
making sure we're ok.
Not in the flesh,
but in spirit-
always watching over.

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