Memories of you locked in my heart forever
Whispered voices on the phone
Looks across a crowded room
What we had bordered on love never Realizing it
At times in my bed in moments of self pleasure
I feel you gently touch me and I softly say your name
When I cry, I feel you wiping my tears away,
You gently touch my cheek.
I know that I found what could have been
And realizing it never will
I now move on with the memory
Of a love that might have been.
The end
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Melancholy and true. I like that you are willing to be vulnerable and real in a public. Grief will take you someplace no other emotion can, in my experience. Regards.
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