As time passes, it is said we move on.
Move on further?
Or move on closer?
When I feel your voice,
not upon my ears,
all I see is the sea,
murmuring and whispering.
When I feel your scent,
not upon my nostrils,
all I see is a garden,
blossoming and unveiling.
When I feel your profile,
not upon my eyes,
all I see is a child,
untouched and fragile.
When I feel your touch,
not upon my skin,
all I see are petals,
flying free and weightless.
I thought I would never get over the pain of losing you.
Now I find I will never get over the pain of simply knowing you.
4 comments:
I had to read this twice to understand it, but I do now :) Hm, I'd love to know who this poem is about. But if the poem is true, I hope you find your peace.
read it twice....
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i dont know...
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