Her hands search for him,
Missing every inch.
Longing for his presence -
Everything she could reach.
She saw him everywhere,
Though she knew it wasn't quite.
She wasn't really content,
He wouldn't be with her tonight.
His eyes that she got lost in,
Were nowhere to be found.
His hands that held her own,
Locked, and tightly bound.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
