Never Here
written by: Julie A. Dickson
When I think
of your lingering kiss
your lips brushed mine in such a way
your essence stayed, although – like
something not quite seen, just out
of sight, even though you had been
not so long ago in my arms.
When I think
of your embrace
arms enveloped me, however brief
our time, your warmth stays with me
long after I am alone, eyes closed –
I recall your voice, though my empty
bed suggests you were never here.
Julie A. Dickson is s dreamer, a poet, lover of rescued feral cats, advocate for captive zoo and circus elephants. Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science, has been an editor and twice a former poetry board member. Her work appears in various journals including Misfit, MasticadoresUSA and Ekphrastic Review.
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- Never Here - February 17, 2023
