Yearning
written by: Aida
It was summer, when our eyes met.
The love, blossomed and a promised, curve on an old tree.
We bid adieu in Autumn, exchanged tender kisses, adrift..the sunset obliged to meet the gloomy moon, to call it a day.
Still yearning for your love, tears begged, come back. A love note written on the sand,
washed all the memories we had.
My dream still yearning,
to see you again but, it’s hollow..
The warm touch is no longer there.
I sipped my wine to fill
that emptiness.
Alone in winter night, on my lonely bed, intoxicated,
my fingers playfully ran through every curve of my body, to quench that thirst.
Copyright@aroque
A retired Sped teacher and Psychometrician, she’s a writer of emotion in poetry and prose, which are the reflections of her heart.
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