Strangers Passing By

Strangers Passing By short poem

Strangers Passing By short poemPhoto by r.nial.bradshaw


If I could just describe the pain,
The pain, of losing you!
The pain, of missing those
Passionate kisses, stolen at moments.
The pain, of looking down onto my chest
And not finding your head resting on it.
The pain, of not meeting your eyes
In the darkness where I lie alone.
The pain, of not feeling your breath
Against my skin.
The pain, of knowing my incapability to know,
My incompetence to love someone
With the same dignity.
The pain, of realizing that
All those moments were just a dream.
Much lacking in density,
And that we were never meant to be
Nothing more, than strangers passing by.

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Aloke
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Sensual, passionate poem of brilliant execution. your diction and cadence is remarkable. Thank you.

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