How is it that I can speak
of warm hands
of heated kisses
of a passionate embrace?

How is it that I can feel
of things I don’t know
of a love not experienced
of a goodbye not exchanged

How is it that I write of things
of a love lost
of broken hearts
of a gaping hole

How is it possible to yearn for a soul
unseen
untouched
unknown

 

 

 

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