In the night
when no light scatters,
thoughts stir and feelings flutter.
When you're gone,
left from my senses,
a chill dances onto my shoulders.
Left in the wake of our romance,
a flowering experience,
is the lust you once showed.
A dismissal of desire,
something I think you do purposely,
will lead us on a dangerous road.
A silence is beginning to linger
and it offers no comfort.
I don't feel warm anymore
and I don't enjoy how it's not a first.
Our eyes and lips still lock
despite the words and tears.
How long will we have
now that we've gone some years?
Am I still loved and wanted
like I love and want you?
Will I be held and kissed
like I hold and kiss you?
Are you missing me
when I miss you?
My heart confirms your old words
while my mind spirals down.
I constantly look for peace
but find myself always unwound.
I'm sorry if I can't focus.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
