I Have Never Held Her.

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I have never held her;

But why does it have to feel like I lost her?

In all of the mornings that sun rays touch my body; and she is not here

To sprinkle on my cheeks --- her kisses

Tied along with her brightful smile.

Does it have to feel like I lost her?

In all the evenings that the moon looks

Through my eyes,

Only to remember she never looked

At me once.

Never in that way: never even

In any other way.

Does in this way I have to feel

The loneliness of the night?

Does it have to tear me apart?

Does it have to break my heart?

Does it have to feel like I lost her

To write like I lost her? in every sheet

Of paper i used to write to?

In all of the lifetimes

I used to live to?

Does it have to feel like she had slipped out

Of my hands, for all my life, when I never had

Held her once?


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