beloved

A Poem by caryhoneybee

your kiss
on the nape of my neck...
it's been days since you've left
and my skin is still caressed by you.

you argue with yourself.
you look to me for answers.
but the hidden truth of your purpose
has come to the surface
like some kind of flotsam
or a possible corpse.

is it really so painful,
the loss of your tenderness?
i don't know.

Sorrow refuses to let me see.