How can one feel a deep loss for something never possessed?
I've never had the pleasure of holding you in my arms,
I've never smelled the sweet scent of your skin,
Never tasted the sweetness of your kisses,
The tenderness of your hugs,
Nor that of a simple touch,
The warmth of your words,
The joy of your laughter,
To look into your eyes.
Yet I miss you.
Life continues,
Alone.
Written and copyright by
K. William Spencer
June 2011
