Almost every morning since you vanished into my memories
I hear again from you...
it is meaningful, warm, and
I yearn to hold you closer
than the words on this page
Will I ever see you again?
Will I ever hold you again?
Will our lips ever meet again?
Will I ever feel you next to me
Slowly and painfully
I am ripping this bandaid off my heart and soul.
but you've gotten inside my very being
in ways I would have never thought
How does this happen
when so much of our brief few moments
should never have come to pass?