Once you touched me.
I still feel it softly.
In my memory,
This touch on the arm;
Was it just casual?
I’ll always wonder.
It almost spoke out,
As if to say, “Hi,
I see you,” and more,
And I hoped it said
You sort of liked me.
But that touch spoke
No language I knew;
No true translation
Exist for its word.
Though its voice is gone
And made mute by time
I can’t forgot that touch,
And I am longing
For you to touch me.
Adron
(C) 2009 Adron Dozat
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Once you touched me.
I still feel it softly.
In my memory,
This touch on the arm;
Was it just casual?
I’ll always wonder.
It almost spoke out,
As if to say, “Hi,
I see you,” and more,
And I hoped it said
You sort of liked me.
But that touch spoke
No language I knew;
No true translation
Exist for its word.
Though its voice is gone
And made mute by time
I can’t forgot that touch,
And I am longing
For you to touch me.
Adron
(C) 2009 Adron Dozat
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