Lying on the floor
I reach out to touch his face
But my fingers meet the air
They come back down
Back to my own realm
We must be from two different universes because
I've never looked into his eyes
I know their color
But they've never been in front of me
They've never been mine to truly see
His hands have never been mine to hold
His presence has never been mine to feel
Never mine to sense
But he has sent me words
That are only mine to read
YOU ARE READING
Senses
PoetryA compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨
