This is a grief unlike anything I've ever known.
It follows me,
and sees what I see,
then descends on me.
My heart has never known
how to rip the band-aid off
of love.
I long to do anything
to lend my mind some rest,
but it won't take.
Even from the moment I feel my body wake,
the sadness is there.
All day the longing lays in wait,
for a reminder of your missing touch,
to take my breath away.
I'd be lying if I were to say
I didn't feel a little foolish
for setting my heart on something,
with sureness
I had no business having.
But the days slide by,
drenched in my tears.
Missing you, maybe forever.
Maybe,
foolish as I am,
I'll dare to dream of your embrace.
