If only

There is a gentle sadness
when you leave
A place where your beauty and presence transcends
Where your soul still whispers
a waft, a memory
a trace
It feels so close
If only I could reach
If only I could touch your grace.

https://themindsjournal.com/if-only/

 

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The void

There is a cool in the whisper
A puncture that deepens
In the void
Where our feelings go
Desolation, isolation
And yet still
We fall down
Where the crevices ripen
Where thoughts are hushed
Where we are peeled to our bones
Where we are bare and waiting
For a loving touch.

https://themindsjournal.com/the-void/