Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I come here
night after night
day after day
sit weary
saturate in the easy flow
of distant comradery
I ache for that
human touch
that elusive slender reed
of enveloping trust
Mellow ambiguity doesn't satisfy much
in the way of need
Bitter afterglow
stretched on a slab
mournful eyes
whisper
how sad to see her go
She delighted herself
danced in his shadow
found tender surprises
Expecting nothing
wanting everything
there was hardly time to wave
Slammed shut
the casket days
continue...

mousey- I hesitated to respond to your poem simply because I do not possess the vocabulary to expound upon its brilliance

Please do continue

please do
continue

Amazing the way you lay out your feelings in poetry. Trapped in anothers shadow keeps us from casting our own and it is like living with the casket lid nailed shut. Every line of this touched me, continue please to please my poetic side. "C"

to miss one so loving. just to hear the voice, to feel the touch. to get to know a little better. Just thoughts.

love lots

Thank-you all. I really appreciate your comments here, very special to me.

Abstroint, I'm glad you did find words, they please me very much.