Once....
Once.....
I swore I loved you more than any other.
You couldn't be near me
without somehow touching me.
I felt safe when your large,
soft hands embraced mine.
I believed then that your hands were
mirrors of your tender heart.
When you held me, your finger made
an invisible trail from my temple to my chin.
I closed my eyes and vowed
never to forget how that felt.
I would have to stand on the tips of my toes
just to lock my arms around your neck.
You held me so tightly,
as though you never wanted to let me go.
I would run my hands
down the back of your head,
that you hadn't shaved in two days,
and it felt like velvet on my fingertips.
My face was so red from your stubble after we kissed
that I looked like a child with
Kool-Aid stains around my mouth.
Your eyes were indecisive.
On Monday they were deep blue,
and by Tuesday they had been overcome
by a sea of green emeralds.
At night, you would kiss me,
and my lips would burn
from the VapoRub you had put on yours
to keep them from drying and cracking.
When you woke in the morning to shower,
my eyes would crave you
and follow your naked body to the bathroom door.
Now.....
This dusty film plays over and over in my head
as I sit alone in my bedroom,
wearing your sweatshirt,
clinging to your photo,
praying to forget....
Copyright © Veronica Merka | Year Posted 2006
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