She wakes beside his body
Why is loneliness such a private thing?
The message she sends is not intercepted
Why won't he wake and heal her wounds?


She moves in the bed and touches him
There is a fluid movement in his sleep
And he swarms across the sheets
Touching her in his waking


His body warms in her every curve
His eyes open and lock on hers
A tear escapes and starts a journey
He brushes it away and caresses her cheek


The aching loneliness slips out the open window
Time passes in passion
The sky begins to lighten with the dawn
And loneliness finds its way home



By Joy (Joy3032@aol.com)

 



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March

Field Of Dreams

March Wind

The Neighborhood Watch

City Streets and Flower Carts

Golf Syndrome

Kindness

The White Picket Fence


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