i really wish that
only the loving moments
were what left
after a lost love.
like yesterday's kiss on the cheek
sensuous and calming
or the way your voice
fits around my name
lilting the soft letters
until my toes curl.
or when your laugh sends
tingles down my spine
because i know you are here with me
never to leave
a welcoming sight against the world.
and, of course, the soothing story
of your handwriting
each letter and word
every comma and period
all the sentences and quotes
you write down
to express your love of me.
(sigh)
YOU ARE READING
tragedy
Poetry[a collection of poetry] tragedy (n.) 1) an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe. 2) dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person desti...
