The Forgotten Lover

The Forgotten Lover she dances in front of me airborne on weighted wings, burdened in detailed details. blind to my eyes she stays purposely hidden but e'ver so viewable inside in graceful soundless flight doing daily do's and don'ts arms spread wide, lips in wait nobly christened to serve giving a must trusted beyond she robotically marches forward in her daily stride tired, drained, alone yet filled does she smile at the sunrise rejoice with the moon i am blind to either who is there to hold her so dear what does she taste like in a moment of tenderness and gently stroke her golden heart a life filled with her memories of days and nights engrossed in others sadly, nary a kiss arms holding nothingness warmth that cools in time, waiting alone at the end boundlessly captured waiting to be loved the lover waits for the lover that has to be © Charles H Keys, 2011. All Rights Reserved