Monday, November 18, 2013

with my eyes closed

When I close my eyes
I see
the life that was torn
from me
I wish there was a way
to truly ask for help
But how can that be
when no one knows my path

There are so many things
that I see I do well
there are so many things
that fall into the cracks

so many kind souls
reach out to offer me
some sort of sweet
comfort
but nothing touches me
like he
did

it is touch that offers peace
and no one touches me
the way the he knew how...
so
I close
my eyes.

Not to feel the loss.
But because
he is there.