the familiarity i used to reside in,
the arms i would come home to
the face that would always reassure
every time i looked behind
and his chest against mine,
his heart beating, beating, beating,
and the curve at his back
bones so strong not even
diamond could break them
behind them, i hid in safety:
cowardice.
now i wield my own sword
and shield, i defend myself and
me only, his kind face
and my fort long gone
but that’s what’s missing.
i want, not need, someone
that would hold me forever
but that’s what’s
gone.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
