the idea of you
floats across my mind
like a dust mote
on a sunny day
drifting through the air
carelessly
unhurried
and every time I grasp for it
it swirls just out of reach
and this vision taunts me
your face hovering
so close, but infinitely
unreachable
because you, my love,
aren’t here
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 5:46 PM UTC
the idea of you
floats across my mind
like a dust mote
on a sunny day
drifting through the air
carelessly
unhurried
and every time I grasp for it
it swirls just out of reach
and this vision taunts me
your face hovering
so close, but infinitely
unreachable
because you, my love,
aren’t here
not here by Johnson Hagood is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.