To Touch You

It was the morning of august sixteenth

When I watched you sleep next

To me and I listened to

You breathe and I

Carefully

Watched your chest rise and fall

With

Ease as you

Inhaled and

Exhaled…

 

You were lost in a

Dream

And it struck me;

That would be

The last

Time

I’d lay my eyes on

Your beautiful figure

And part of me

Withered like

Smoke as I choked out

In distress;

I would miss this

 

And my walls reflected the yellow morning

As I was mourning the loss of

Your physical presence

Each minute ticking

Down to the actual

Moment when I would

Bid you goodbye and

Fly three thousand miles to

 Never never land

And my chest

Tensed

And my

Eyes grew warm

 

I was worn out by the thought of

‘Without you,’

Because your touch had

Become like a ritual

I lived by your

Hands and I breathed

The tone of your

Vocal chords

 

‘Without you’

Seemed like a world

I had once made up

 

Because without you

Maybe I would lose my

Balance

 

I smoothed my hand over the sheets and

Reminded myself that

We

Were

Strong

Distance was not

Going to sever whatever

Bond we had so suddenly formed

Because I was yours and you

Were mine

 

And in time

I would lay there again

Teary eyed

Stroking your

Temples and I’d utter the sentence,

“It’s been so long…

It’s so nice to touch you.”

Author's Note

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Reviews

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I like this and I can relate. Very detailed story telling here and it takes the reader on a journey that many can relate to. Life and its relationships can be very temporary and often we can just enjoy the moment because it's all we have.