It is the cruelty of fate
That keeps us separated
And apart.
Missing the feel of your
Skin on mine.
The touch of your
Fingertips across my cheek
And the taste of your lips
Against my own.
It is but the cruelest of
All heartaches
To be without you.
To pine for your smile
And the wickedness
Of your voice.
I have but simple
Memories
To tide me over
Until we dance
After dark once
Again.
Simple memories
Of laughter shared
Underneath the Moon
And basking in her light.
Laying down amongst
The deadly nightshade
And breathing in the scent
Of lavender.
I’m armed with dreams
That beckons me to my dreaded
Slumber,
Like a Siren’s call out in
The sea.
Because sleep,
Is meaningless
If you’re not here
When I wake.
This is but a cruel punishment
For giving my heart
To one, I did not think
I could have.
A love so far removed,
From reality,
That the sun does not
Shine her face upon it.
But because the love
Is transcendent of space
And time,
The Moon shows us favors
And laughs
When we laugh.
Cries when we cry,
And feels pleasure
When we do.
Because she knows,
Like I do,
That our tiny,
Insignificant lives
Are meant for more.
We’re meant to breathe
Each other’s air
And close our eyes
Under the same stars.
We are meant for more than
This.
And that is the cruelest lesson
Of all.
©KVP ART: Skull Heads
Kim V. Poetry 