Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Presence

Why does it feel so right to hold you close
Here, in my arms and just above my heart?
It's like my body itches for a dose
Of your affection. When our bodies part
Even though I knew that time would come
I ache where we were touching, as I feel
Your warmth removed, the subliminal hum
Of your beloved heartbeat start to peel
Away from me. I long to grab you back
And slide you in where you have always fit;
I hate the moment when I feel your lack.
I never seem to quite get used to it.
Why did it seem so natural, and why
Are you no longer here to see me cry?

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