Ears that never listened,

eyes that never spied.

Intermittent body response,

A mind that chose to hide.

 

The soul that couldn’t open,

heart that wouldn’t want.

Words which now unspoken,

for there exists a font.

 

Caresses lost in Autumn,

Summer touches lost.

Spring begats beginning,

Winter turned to frost.

 

To wait and perhaps wonder,

leaning back to cry.

Hope for simply something,

To try or just to cry.

 

Alone we sit together,

apart yet somehow one.

I mourn my loss of you,

has your life now begun?

 

Steve B 07/14