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My eyes are closed
I see you.
I draw you close
My hands run your sides
I can smell your skin
I can feel your hair
Against my face.
You press your lips on mine
I've never been so happy.

My eyes are open now.
I can't see you, anymore.
I'm alone.
I can't feel you
I can't smell you.
All I can feel is a hot tear on my cheek
And a really heavy heart.
I've never felt so sad.

Author's Note

This is thoughts just thrown on paper, I guess, a rough draft, if you may.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

My favorite line is "all I can feel is a hot tear on my cheek" I like how those feel. And I like the contrast from the first paragraph to the next. You have a way with poetry on the page, distilling the essential phrases that make up this particular frame

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very nice and very sad. gentle words open the pain. gentle words open the wound. sad times can be times for healing. very nice writing .