My arms ache
The space where her
Slim body fell into perfectly
Aches
My arms don't know what
To do
Since they don't hold you.
My fingers long
To touch your sweet face
And move your soft hair
Behind your ears.
My eyes are tired
Of this dismal scene
That is called "this world"
Because they only see you
In pictures-
It isn't enough.
My heart,
Oh my heart
How it aches
So deeply
To know that
Your heart was its.
Two halves
Fit together perfectly
Your neck was made
For my head
Your lips made
For my kiss
Your fingers made
To lace through mine
Oh how I wish
You were mine.
But now
I am left aching.