A memory of your eyes upon me fills my emptiness.
Fingers know the outline of your lips, a breathe barely escapes my chest.
Shoulders cry for the weight of your arms, my body reaches forward to climb upon your lap.
The eyes cannot see.
The fingers cannot touch.
The arms cannot hold.
For what was, was
what is, is
And what cannot be, will never be.
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There is hidden number in your poem
That make it pulsating and vivid ...
3 lines, 3 things, 3 impossibilities
Statement closed in 3 variations
And love full of touchy lips and fingers
Beautifully spoken. I hope the sight of those eyes continues to fill you... R
l'heure;thx for reading!
Miroslaw;your work is amazing,your comments are amazing, thank you so much , I am so happy to have met you.
Blu; no not lost
Mark; a single block or a thousand miles, still too far.
Bluish;More than you can imagine.
Puddle; I knew you would understand.
Snarky;Thanks, I glad you liked it.
bell; hopeing for fewer in the future for us both.hugs.
little kate; your heart is like one of the open books I love to read.
There are few things so painful!
Wonderful imagery.
Jali- breathing and smiling, why does writing it make it feel so much better. Like I can just go back and read it when I want to visit.
cartouche-thank you what a compliment!
romantic- I can physically feel that ache, can you?