Got me jone'n
I can’t wait
For that moment where I
No longer wait.
In that cold room
Heated by your warming smile
Touching my back
Caressing fingers gliding across
My eyes closing to the exhale of my breath.
Tears rolling down
Feeling cold on my neck
Painted pictures in them playing over and over
Of your hold, so close
Tight and gentle
I feel home
I open my eyes
And I am here
Alone.
Such an expression of emptiness as if to convey at the end of the day, on our pillows we lay silent and alone, and accept the emptiness that is our own.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful work of art.
Ace S. Wild
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ReplyDeleteI have spent one to many nights caught up in this pain, wanting to know why im still alone, i can close my eyes and see your face, take in a breath to smell your fragrance. Its all so real, i open my eyes to take in all that you are, but once again i find that its just a distant memory of what there once was. I ask myself why, and then just before i cry, and then all the memories die.
ReplyDeleteYours truly Chuchu