I loved touching him,
I loved being touched.
I loved holding him,
I loved being held.
I loved kissing him,
I loved being kissed.
I loved loving him,
I loved being loved.
But he is gone
And has taken with him the
Touching,
Holding,
Kissing, and
Loving.
The once warm darkness we shared in early morning loving
Is now empty and cold.
Memories are all I have left.
My sorrow is complete.
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Yet there are those who do not even have the memories…just the emptiness of love never found.
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that is true and even more sad, I think. But sometimes I think it would be easier to never have known what it “could” be like rather than to have it, or think you did, only to discover it was all fake… oh well, maybe in my next lifetime…
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Thought I found my dream guy my knight in bright Amor. My soul mate My true love it was all fake from him 14 months he lefi because I’m I’ll had 2 surgeries waiting to see next test result are terminal. And because I’m broke. Thought this kind of nightmare was only in th e movies. I left him the poem loving. He won’t read it. I need to start writing again.. It was beautiful k and perfect thank you
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Thank you for reading and for your comment. I am so sorry you have been hurt like this too…
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Keep writing, it does help, sometimes…
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