Melanie Walendowsky Baker Poems

In death we can see
All of her glory
That was masked by mortal veils.
We can see now when
...

It's as if you got hold of my heart,
and squeezed it of all I had left in it.
You might've drunk my soul's nectar.
You might've held my heart;
...

I have it in my hands
the invisible sense of being.
I know it's there,
I feel it there.
...

If you really cared,
then why did you leave me;
with doubts and bouts
of confusion and rage?
...

I may think of you
all the time,
but it doesn't mean
I need you.
...

Hands that aren't held,
but are felt.
Hands that comfort me
in my sorrow.
...

A mother thinks
she knows your heart;
She thinks she
knows you well.
...

You can come and go
- I have no wish to stop you.

You can turn yourself
...

The fickleness of nights
incomplete and stunted.

The fickleness of kisses
...

The tingling,
the feeling
of fingers through
my hair.
...