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Yours without having you
Yours Without Having You"
As solitude surrounds me,
I still feel the whispers...
of your presence.
Soft.
Haunting.
Like a memory...
not yet made.
In a fleeting moment of joy,
you hush my fears.
You stir…
a calm I never knew lived in me.
Then
An epiphany strikes.
Like the sun,
piercing
my skin.
Sudden.
Warm.
Unforgettable.
But still
a deep sadness lingers
in my soul.
Because I know...
I can never
call you mine.
Resilience?
Baby…
it slips through my fingers
like smoke.
I am not built
to hold
what I cannot keep.
And these dreams I dream of you
They are too ethereal
for this world.
Too delicate.
Too soft.
Too beautiful
for hands like mine.
Copyright ©
Mukondeleli Tendani
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