Thinking of you...
...in the dark of the night.
I still think of you
in the dark moments of the night
when the world is asleep
yet my mind and body are wide awake
embroiled in thoughts of yearning and contemplation.
could things have gone any differently?
or were we both cursed by the gods long ago?
the simple truth is this
I'm certain I will never stop loving you,
though for now I must learn to live without...
without your sweet voice
a subtle mix of tenor and bass
a sound with the power to excite and calm
every fibre of my being, all at once.
without your smile
the way it lights up a room
making my heart skip a beat.
without your touch
the way your hands could brush away
every pain and heartache
every doubt and fear.
without your kiss
the sweet ecstasy of
a moment stolen from time.
without your love
the intoxicating, rapturous delight
of all that is you...
I know I must learn to live without,
but I don't want to.
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D’radia Odinsdottir
At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.
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