I Miss Your Skin

? I miss you everyday Your conversations were like a second skin I wore protecting me from the cruelty of mankind with your sweet promises of a brighter future together we were supposed to build that future feed the hungry and house the homeless feed them love and compassion spoon sanguinity into empty mouths leave a taste sweet as honey -I assume sanguinity tastes like honey we would feed the hungry a big bite of hope we would house the homeless in a building of dreams and love But you left me my heart hungry and wondering which house I could call home now that I was alone