As we get older, for what do we search?
We are not what we were in our twenties.
But what was looked for then,
Is still searched for now.
The only difference is when age is reached,
Pain, in different ways, has tempered,
Our very being.
Remembering whispers in the ear,
Maybe with a nibble.
A soft, delicate kiss, upon the lips.
Memories of a delicate touch,
Finding spots on ones body
You never knew existed.
Holding hands when walking,
Listening to what the other is saying.
Looking so very deep into some ones eyes
Reaching to engage with that persons soul.
We want to find that safe place
So one can open up to another.
To have your face hurt from smiling.
Hoping to relive those touches.
To feel once again the gentle press of lips.
The soft touch of hands.
All bringing your soul back to life.
Once again to be able to trust.
So when you think about it,
If it has been lost,
At any age, we search for the same Love
We have always searched for.
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Dan Gray
4 A.M.  January 26, 2023