Roses and Thorns

Moving on

I sit at the edge of the bed with hands against my sides

just waiting.

 The arrival of you

in a glowing grey aura reaching for my hand

as I too follow your lead.

I try to follow, 

but I reach farther as you pull back quickly, 

firmly negating what I wish but you do not want.

One last kiss, touch,

one last hug.

My love forbids my journey onward 

for I need to learn to live without him.