Senses

i look;  but you

don’t want to be

found

i touch; my skin

and pretend it is your hand

but mine is far too soft

and my bed is still

cold

i listen; for you to call out my name

in that rhythmic

way that you do

but the silence gives me goosebumps

and shakes me

to the core

i see; you in faces of strangers

and tend to

change

paths often

i smell; your t shirt

that remains unwashed

so i still have you

to hold

at night

Destiny Fochtman

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s