Tangibility
If what's tangible is my only reality
How is your love so deeply engrained in me
That empty space between my arms
Sets off every one of my worst fears and alarms
The mere vestige of your breath on my lips
Makes it hard for me to come to grips
That you're not here
It's a weird sort of half-living
To spend most of our time away
But to experience our intensity for only a day
To get used to seeing everything but you
And be apart but still make do
Without that soft caress of kiss
It feels nonexistent, as if my memory's amiss
If our love diminishes out of the corporeal and true
I'll cling to that intangibility as if it were really you
So take note of the sweet little somethings I say
I love you my life, my world
Please stay
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2019
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