Questions I’d rather not ask
too much definition hurts.
Rather remain naive
stay with what I believe.
We did feel like something
was happening,
those nights alone
in each other’s arms.
I could feel your skin against mine,
listen to your breathing
near my heart
your eyes occasionally
searching for my own.
It’s what I feel most of the time
wishing I might hear your voice.
Last night I imagined touching you,
feeling content,
wishing again for nothing more
than you by my side,
your smile, our laughter.
I wished you a Happy Xmas,
a reach that will never return …
though the moment clings to who we once were.
It’s a quiet feeling I’m having,
a silence while outside the snow is falling.
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