Every morning, since you vanished into my memories,
I hear again from you;
it is meaningful, warm, and
It comforts me.
I yearn to hold you closer
than the words on this page
Will allow.
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,
Breathing.
Slowly and painfully l
I am ripping this bandaid off my heart and soul.
I'll survive, I've survived worse.
But you've settled inside my being
in ways I would never have thought
possible.
How does this happen
when our few brief moments
together
should never have come to pass?
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Every morning, since you vanished into my memories,
I hear again from you;
it is meaningful, warm, and
It comforts me.
I yearn to hold you closer
than the words on this page
Will allow.
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,
Breathing.
Slowly and painfully l
I am ripping this bandaid off my heart and soul.
I'll survive, I've survived worse.
But you've settled inside my being
in ways I would never have thought
possible.
How does this happen
when our few brief moments
together
should never have come to pass?
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