Scraps~n~Scribbles

Anemoia

How can I long for a feeling 
I have never felt
The touch of skin 
the smell of your hair 
as you fall asleep
When all I ever knew were your scars 
The things you were afraid to show to a world 
Cruel and uncaring, ready to consume
We sat and shared nothing more than ourselves 
And I long for nothing more 
For eternity