There sometimes remains in my heart
that soft place where,
only she could touch, her smile,
eyes,
the change in depth when the two of us would be caught
in those rare moments of passion,
ones we allowed
rather than the refusal of something we could not have.
I listen to my heart,
far too often,
and yet I have no regret because it is the beauty of her,
I wait to see evolve,
knowing one day
there will be a truth to why it is we seem compelled
to believe in someone
unattainable
yet so real, nothing else seems a
matter.
© Scott F Savage 11/2020
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