The Kiss of Despondency
A story of unlived loss
Satin memories dance across my lips as I am wistfully taken back to a time long past.
Oh how the pain of loss sticks to your soul, like a melancholy companion.
A kiss so soft, so tender. Lips, smooth as the petals of the azalea, once left dew on my neck like that of an early fall morning.
Now I am left alone. Only knowing this kiss within the confines of a fool’s paradise.
I awake from my trance, my bones aching for the velvet touch that I once knew. The physical manifestation of a transcendental love.
The pain may pass, but the ecstasy of embrace will walk with me all my days.
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Aww, this was sad. But very beautifully written.
This hit me so hard as this is how I feel everyday. It was extremely relatable!