Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2014
Crave your touch
But our fingers always seem to miss.
I want to taste your lips
But I always find them closed.
I smell your perfume everywhere
But it’s only when it lingers
On the wind.

Am always
In the right place
But never the right time.
I hear the echo of your voice
But always from far away.
I dream about your smile
But never see it grace your face.

Only see your face
Through the reflection of mirrors
When it’s late at night and
the shadows play tricks
On me.
You are a ghost to me
A shadow
A faint glimmer of hope
Lost in the bright starkness
Of reality.

Can only whisper
Your name
For it is so fragile
That anything stronger and
It will vanish.
I am always close enough
To know you were there
But too far away to believe it is true.
Santiago Mendizabal
Written by
Santiago Mendizabal  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems