Feb 4, 2019
Aching
How strange
to ache for one
 you don’t know
 To miss his skin
like it’s yours to own
 to feel your eyes burn
because you’d swear
he just sat by the
edge  of your bed
singing Oh Darlin
holding your hand
listening to your voice
tilting his head
You don’t know the day
maybe once you’ll lie reassured
it never came
but for now
you’re only seventeen
with an aching heart
and a daring dream
 and what happens next?
you succumb to reverie
you say to an empty room
the miracle is close
much closer than it seems to be
