Soft in my arms
willing, wanting.
My hands finding
fleshy softness
the curves of her
stretching upward
in my embrace.
Softness of lips
pressed to mine
hurried shared
breaths of
lustful desire.
But she\'s not you.
My bones scream
stop!
Why, why do I
think of you
when no longer
are we oneness.
You took yourself
from my arms but
left your embrace
on my heart
where it lives on
fighting off
all assailants.
So what if
my excuses tonight
sound lame.
I am adamant.
Driving home alone
I want no music.
I am filled with
the want of
something
lost to me.