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Sometimes
At unexpected moments
When I close my eyes
I can still see your smile
The way you used to turn to me
Suddenly
And grin
I could tell you were a little uncomfortable
By my adoring, worshipful gaze
Yet, I'd never seen anything
Quite as beautiful

Sometimes
At unexpected moments
I can still taste your kiss
The taste and smell
Of your sweet lips
Overpowers me
And while I smile
I also want to weep

Sometimes
At unexpected moments
I can feel your body next to mine
Your warmth and gentle weight
Your soft, soft skin
My fingers tingle with the memory
Of tracing over your body
Making me feel alive and aflame

Sometimes
At unexpected moments
I can hear your voice echo in my mind
Like the sweet sound of angels' wings
Like the echo of something grand
Launching 10,000 ships
Or listening to you speak of
Strings and sealing wax
Or whether pigs have wings

Sometimes
At unexpected moments
My heart aches
As though there were something missing
Something that once was there has gone
And I cannot get it back
A part of me is gone
And the loss is devastating
Then, I really do weep
Not for anger or hatred or passion
But for the joy that you gave me
The joy
Like golden rivulets of light
Suddenly turned dark
And I know what real pain is

Comments

lillysmum said…
This is exquisite. You marry words so beautifully.
April 26, 2015 at 2:27 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
Perhaps. When there is something to write about.
April 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM
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