I am worn
alone at last I see
weary of looking
seeing nothing but the road
with all its obstacles
blocking my way
and yet
no one is there
no one is there
here, wherever
oh, I long for your arms
to encircle me
in their warmth
I long for the caress of your lips
across my forehead
for the sorrow that diminishes
when you are near
I long for the feel
of your skin next to mine
of silence in our little world
the understanding
that makes you so wonderful
where are you?
I have searched a thousand years
for that loving sigh
for the hypnotizing gaze
yet still
I sleep alone
frustrated
tired of this lonely life
that is mine
very impressive poem
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