We can wrap ourselves in circles
feeling the panic of a changing landscape
wishing for a simple return,
to what we might have believed in once,
then twice,
then again our lives became one,
if only for a brief moment,
we did know,
we could,
a smile became a sweet reminder
tell me what you need,
and I would go to the end of the earth,
to find a solution,
balk at me,
and I will stand
nearby, always.
I could wait forever,
if only one thing,
if only,
our lives mattered
as much as they do
you and me,
beyond the social call,
heart and soul,
when I breathe
I wait for you to exhale,
walking alone,
I imagine we might
cross some psychic path,
if only,
if our lives
would be so defined.
How does a solo
mind
create the visual delight
he once knew
when her eyes
could his own
make contact,
bring life
touch her soul,
feel her cheek,
soft and vulnerable,
yet willing
to feel love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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