Posted in Free verse, Rhyming

21/2017: Placeholder

He sits beside me,
gently laying kisses
on the back of my hand,
whispers loving words,
his lips to my ear
longing so clear in
his eyes but to me,
he is just occupying space
keeping this heart from
hurting in your absence
and this body from
going cold..
waiting,
until you are ready to
return to me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Attempting to discover more about myself and the world

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