Of Beauty and One I Loved

February 2016

Of Beauty, and One I Loved


I've forgotten, what it's like..

To be held.

Or even indeed,for me, to hug,....

and to hold,to feel, another's ,

body's, warmth, and touch.

I know all the cliches .

I've heard, all the words.

They echo hollow, in my empty heart.

And, if .....we ever, met again.

Would you embrace me ?

Would, I taste .....those honey lips.... 

Once, more?

Would your tears, still heal, ..but burn ?

Could a feathers touch....

Forgive me



So much.....?

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