Goddess

Your hand fit in mine
Perfectly.
I’ve become a time traveler
Of sorts. Closed eyes are a
Gateway to the past.
Afflicted visions and descriptions
Tormenting for hours on end.
Laying by myself, trembling
At the thought of never feeling your soft speech in my ear
Ever again. Your natural odor,
So sweet - overwhelmingly comforting but
That of a distant memory that will haunt for years on end.
Opportunities shredded by insecurity and fear of intimacy
Recur in my nightmares. How could I have
Been so blind?

You made me believe in love again.
How I wish you did not have that power.