When Together I Feel Alone Poem by Gero Lorna

When Together I Feel Alone



No further words were exchanged
with his back now to her.
An intense silence, disturbed by
his overtired breathing. She lies
arms folded, sad, looking at the reflection
the light from the clock leaves on her
Dusty Rose walls.
She must have fallen asleep, awakened
by a full bladder. Laying there
for just a moment she wonders
if he held her at all, if he rested his
palm on her hip or if he was close enough
that he could smell the new shampoo from
her shower earlier.
Such space between them, she sighs
accepting that the only form of intimacy
may just be the rubbing of his knee on her
butt, clearly an accident.
Returning back to her warm spot now cold,
she wonders how long she was in the bath-
room. Resting on her back, she slips deep
in to thoughts looking at the ceiling engulfed
in darkness. He inhales deeply, changing
positions, his favorite position on his stomach.
Another human being can fill the emptiness
he’s surrendered.
She wonders why, how and if this is all a dream? Embarrassed by the thought, she pinches herself.
The stinging of a self inflicted injury inspires a smile through a worrisome expression.
He is beautiful, she thinks to herself with his
muscular back slightly exposed to the rather
cool air. Again he switches positions now leaving
his entire back vulnerable to the morning chill.
Like an emergency rescue she pulls the blanket
up over his shoulder ending at the nape of his neck.
His shoulders shrug gently. She smiles, a “Thank you” she believes.
She yearns for some form of physical acknowledgement.
Letting her hand lead the search she rests her palm
on his side. The soft feeling of his skin pleases her thus far. Seductively she runs her hand heal first across his stomach final destination his well developed chest. His chest a playground for her fingers and kisses. His skin so soft and warm, she lays it, her hand flat fingers open over his left breast.
Our hearts beat simultaneously she thought. He remains still; breathing silently his chest rises and falls. I love him so much, a pleasing thought. He’s everything inside of me that I wish I could be, she thinks to herself.
She lays feeling alone in a bed she shares with
another. Her fingers move back & forth over his
amazingly fit chest as if to say, “Goodbye.” She wonders if she pulls her hand back slowly if he will grab it as if to say, “Don’t go.”
Nothing. She sighs with rejection. She lays hurt, bewildered and dear she say it, “lost.”
Can you be lost in love, she looks to the heavens
and thought. Does he hurt after he’s told her no
when she pleads, “will you hold me? ” Does he love her like he’s exclaimed?
To be continued……..

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