The distance we sometimes feel-
also at times craving,
like an emptiness and wholeness
somehow all wrapped into one.
You love though,
something I never wish to feel apart from.
Hoping it will forever
always be
the closest memory I ever hold.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The distance we sometimes feel-
also at times craving,
like an emptiness and wholeness
somehow all wrapped into one.
You love though,
something I never wish to feel apart from.
Hoping it will forever
always be
the closest memory I ever hold.
Oh I loved the last three lines! Those hit home for me!
Forever it will… Hopeful is the way…
something I never wish to feel apart from . . . bringing the angst and hope together. Nice!