Warm Breeze

Left Alone

Warm Breeze

She was a warm breeze

Touching every tender joint

But so often

I felt alone when we were together

Like something was misplaced

We kissed and caressed and came together many times

Yet the forceful thrill was just a new sensation

Not true creation

We didn't make joy happen

We didn't bring magic into the moment

No heavenly leaven leaving us lighter than the might her mother gave when she birthed her into breath

So our union feels accompanied by death

And a dearth from all the stones now stacking bricks upon my beating heart

Tell me, my former fluster, where did that great majesty start?

And what so quickly tore our love apart?

sad poetry
Nicholas Goodman
Nicholas Goodman
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Nicholas Goodman

Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.


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