Love...Maybe Not For Me

I have loved and been loved

but is it enough?

Should I have to settle

live alone in a world

that breeds loneliness

and malcontent?

 

In the silence of you and I

a wonderful love has passed us by.

 

To yearn for all that might have been

and grieve for all that was lost.

 

To love is an amazing gift - being

loved in return is the bonus.

But is it truly enough?  Enough

to have known love - only

now to suffer the bittersweet aloneness.

 

I crave the touch of your hand

the moistness of your breath

on my neck - the taste of you

on my lips - I crave

I crave that bliss that I miss

and fear never to have again.

 

Resentment is a sad companion

and is angered to be left alone.

 

Though in all that is real

I still feel - you - in the very air

I breathe.

But it in no way compares

because simply put

You are not there.