I yearned for a touch To reach through into The deep of me. Yearned for a voice that'd create in me a trembling Soul filled with anticipation. And this you gave, But oh how quickly You take it away. Barely a lingering taste On my lips. You've slipped away In silence Like water droplets Slipping from the petals Of an unfurling flower; Condensation that dewed Upon the vibrant blooms In the soft night, Only to dissipate in dawn's light. Leaving me only with questions, pondering the now dying Fire, soft embers, within your eyes.
A poem about a short romance that died as quickly as it was borne.