I thought it might be different
years of hope
a desire to find peace,
I felt like it might
work if we saw each other,
reminding ourselves of the truth.
Yet I couldn’t ask for that,
even though I do
with my entirety of life.
I couldn’t escape my disappointment
with letting my feelings
take over these moments,
and leave me with thoughts that only tangle
my psyche.
I wanted to hold you in my arms,
if only for a moment,
to feel your touch,
the softness of your breath.
I wanted to feel your lips on my own,
the forbidden passions
does not go away anytime soon,
it’s been years, I know.
As I drove home,
I could feel your neighborhood,
the moments we knew
haven’t yet faded,
only the memory remains.
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