we taught each other
to enjoy
a lingering kiss
soft touches
loving glances
the built-up tension unreleased
but in secret solitude
at night
a yearning for fulfilment
never to be granted
as we moved out of school
and into different lives
I saw her last
only a few years after
alarmed by news from mutual friends
two days before her death
she did not recognize me
any more
as I stood terrified
beside her bed
in a secluded section
of the cancer ward
I had arrived too late
my loving stutter
already out of reach
her blindly searching gaze
passed on through me
it hurt
like nothing else before
I cried my grief out
in long sobbing nights
yet still not long enough
to heal the pain
nestling since then
quietly
in thinly calloused
wrinkles of my heart
* * *
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
we taught each other
to enjoy
a lingering kiss
soft touches
loving glances
the built-up tension unreleased
but in secret solitude
at night
a yearning for fulfilment
never to be granted
as we moved out of school
and into different lives
I saw her last
only a few years after
alarmed by news from mutual friends
two days before her death
she did not recognize me
any more
as I stood terrified
beside her bed
in a secluded section
of the cancer ward
I had arrived too late
my loving stutter
already out of reach
her blindly searching gaze
passed on through me
it hurt
like nothing else before
I cried my grief out
in long sobbing nights
yet still not long enough
to heal the pain
nestling since then
quietly
in thinly calloused
wrinkles of my heart
* * *
