The Why of Love
why
do my hands not feel the air
when I reach over
to softly touch your hair.
why
does my heart not feel my blood
as I race towards my end
under
sheets
of
drying
mud
why
do you sleep so close
but feel so far
as
love’s
loss
leaves
a
scar
why
can’t I see your breath
as your snores
rustle
and
puff
why
will loneliness share our bed
when for decades
we’ve
been
wed
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