At the Airport
She left him for awhile
And it seemed alright.
. . . Until . . .
The sound
And touch of her
Was gone.
He failed to sleep
And the hunger disappeared.
He could not feel the soft caresses
Of places only God can see.
And emptiness,
Like soft shadows,
Moved within his soul.
. . . Then, he knew . . .
His love was gone.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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