I never touched you
And your silhouette
Graced my fingertips….
A calling card,
A living breath
Taken in at last moments
(And I lost so many to you
In the name of holiness
In the name of goodwill)
And regret
Long since forgotten
I dreamed a thousand dreams
Of dying
Smothered in your scent
…And I could hold it…
I always did
So strong you were to me
And I never spoke a word to you
Never said your name
But my mouth was worthless for it
And I cloaked myself in shame and barrenness
A pride spent
A regret,
One of many,
Long since disappeared
And were eyes ever arms
I’d hold your gaze…
your hand…
your heart
And were arms ever eyes
I’d see the difference
© 2007 glasshouse
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