it took a global pandemic
for us to realize
the yin-yang of touch
and precision distancing
in these covid times
the good is the benefit we receive from hugs
the bad, this illness’ consequence
yet we still crave the magic of being held
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#Whatdoyousee
memories are a bitch
bubbling up
from depths
mourned long ago
tears falling
without consequence
my friend, you are missed
I was in my early 20s when I lost my good friend, Jerry Angeline, in a vehicle accident. His death impacted me deeply. This was our song and what triggered a flood of memories recently. It still hurts.
earhole
losing hearing
element of aging
this current loss discomforting
canal
I ache every time I read this! Who hasn’t felt these feelings at least once in their lifetime? Whether torn apart by tragedy or at the end of what was once great, a loss is a powerful feeling not easily overcome. This piece definitely hit home for me.
Those clouds of passion that once
came crashing across my face
and that love drenched rain
dressing my body with glitter
where fires flared from friction
along the trail your lips traced
on those chilly winter mornings
where our fingers found shelter
in the spaces between
where now these spaces seem so spacious
yet my fingers still linger
on your fragrance.
And here am I
the only audience to your absence
trying to hold on to your warmth
yet unable to survive
for I miss my reason to exist
the anticipation of your kiss.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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