Whispered Wanderings

This Wild Longing

This wild longing
born out of a
desperate emptiness inside
I know it’s not your place to fill
yet
temptation rises;
such jagged teeth of perfect ivory in impossible rows
that pull and tear at what’s left of my resolution.
I wish so many things:
to sit with you again in silent connection
to sip coffee and talk about anything and nothing
to create our own little world in the sand
but most of all
to once again feel the magic that used to dance between us
until the day it shattered to the ground;
broken pieces of delicate glass
swept away by an early-winter wind.

klm
4/5/22