I May Never Know

I may never know

the touch of your 

skin on my face,

or the kiss of your lips.

The honeydew-kissed sunset,

of a care-free beach.

The ocean breeze sifting through my hair.

Crabs and seashells everywhere.

For my time has come.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

A melancholy poem. Speaks of death and/or leaving, never having experienced love.

[Diana]

Oddly enough, both in a way. Thank you. Your comment made me stop and think about it...

[icelandicblue]

Oh that is so sad...to lack the time to live. This one evokes a lot of emotion. There is such a melancholy aura about it all.

[Diana]

Thank you, icelandicblue.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I felt the sadness but at the same time the longing even briefly for the simple romantic moments. This is touching...:)............

[Diana]

Yes, both parts are essential. Glad you enjoyed. Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:).....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh no....to not experience these things...to not get that chance...
so sad this is...

gone too soon.

[Diana]

Yes, thank you, Jacob.