Thoughts
| Alone and cut off
I like awake. With eyes closed, I see her next to me. I can hear
her breathing in the ear of my mind. The chill in my heart is
set ablaze by a heartwarming touch that is not there. She is so
close, yet nowhere to be seen. Again and again she runs through
my mind. If only she would run to my heart. And yet, I dare not
wake from this dream. I can never let her go from there, for
that is the only place I can have her at my side. |
©2001, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be
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