You talk but I have lost your voice
Have not felt or touched you in passed weeks, seen that deep smile on your face
The light in your eyes and rose painted cheeks from happiness inside us
Or thrill in certain surroundings, me knowing because of what you have trusted me with
Even when I see you walking I wonder if it really is
I see the moonlight largely shining and long for what is over
What we haven't even done this year and won't for future summers
Because it's late September and before we comprehend the path will be split into separation
And it's hard to remember what we haven't done
I somedays curse myself and my mouth from last winter
I want to touch you again and be without worry, what my overly wild heart might feel
And just lay under jewels in black nothing under night's moonshine seal
And laugh again
Because I haven't in weeks and I want you close to see it one last time again
We once said love and meant it without regret or guilt, in deep embedded feeling so different from what I ruined it with
We once gave each other everything, while now I long for as much as a word and judge myself for it
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
