I really don’t know where you are
But I can still feel- you- here
On my skin, lips from time to time
Like those soft whispers of your words
How many times have I seen you,
In second microseconds of reflections,
Leaving you to linger in my mind,
As I relive memories imbued vividly?
How could you’ve touch me so deeply,
Only to leave me wanting you more?
How am I suppose to move on freely,
If your translucent presence is always present?
Are you an Angel sent from heaven,
Or simply darkness living…in my hell?
Poet of the Light © 2019