On Lost Love

I woke many mornings with no words in my heart-- with my hands reaching for someone who wasn't there; someone who hadn't ever really been there. While she lay weightless in our bed of illusory, I kissed her eyes shut and told her the sweetest stories. Then, she was gone. There are moments I won't ever forget like how a woman's breath feels as she puts her mouth to your lips, her soft, tiny hands caressing a long days pain away, two bodies entwined, love pulsating through the veins and butterflies swimming in both bellies. The most unforgettable of all was knowing that just for a second she trusted you with her heart and that you saw her like no one will ever see her again. Nothing is more precious than that. Oh, love, I wonder if anyone out here knows how hard it is to withstand that kind of viciousness.