The room is cold and dark
I sit and think
A fever grows inside me
My blood boils with thoughts of my wish
A want to have you by my side
I am ill . . .
Outside, it’s raining ice . . .
A coldness grows and a chill blows through my bones
The warmth I felt inside my heart is gone
My veins are icing too
The darkness that was comfort grows in to unknown
A want and yearning grows . . . for you . . .
To feel you
Your warmth
Your touch
Your breath
Your kiss . . .
The moisture of your lips
Your caress upon my breast
The heat of our bodies as they entwine
All but memories of pastimes, dreams, and wishful thoughts
Nothing tangible or real
Nothing I can truly hold
To feel you
Hold you
Kiss your lips . . .
In more than just my thoughts
My mind, my heart, my spirit . . .
They hold you as my own
But will I ever truly hold you once . . .
Just once in my arms?
Will you ever truly be mine . . . in every way?
The darkness, once my comfort . . .
Now a reminder of a thought of loss ~ a never gained
