Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to my Darryl & Diana series. In the origin story, Darryl is dead, and Diana is not. This is a poem describing Diana’s longing for Darryl. Her longing is strikingly similar to the longing I have for someone who…

NOT MINE I felt your hands once, but not as a friend or lover. I felt your body pressed against mine, in a game of moves and counter moves. Silently, secretly… I wanted you to stay there forever. To embrace you, to feel the warmth…