Anchored - Original Poetry

Each time I close my eyes to blink,
I feel the burden of that second
cause I'm afraid to lose the sight of you,
that I'll no longer breath your air
nor touch your skin or kiss those lips
which weren't mine to kiss at all,
within this lifetime when you're anchored.

To be truthful, they were mine at first,
but unfortunately for a while I lost their trace,
their smile disappeared from my face,
all I remembered was their shape and thirst.

I know for sure that we're meant to be
so far I'm relearning how to feel and see;
you talk to me about God and poetry,
about leaving behind my humble misery...

I dare to dream of better, longer days and tenderness
with chocolate for breakfast, whispers and caresses,
though for the moment I live and feed on memories
of late morning coffees, confessions and old stories.

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