Distanced from desire
Your touch unknown
Your company unfamiliar
Carrying no memento of shared promises
No marking of making you mine
Missed memories of togetherness
Nothing to nostalgically cherish
The pillow on the left always cold
Your fingers would never feel her tears
Or get tangled in her hair
The mirror would only look into her eyes
No one to comfort, want, hold
From light to darkness
All moments her own
Triumphs, celebrations
Bittersweet
The walls- witnesses to all
In the open air
Only the wind hastening to:
Sweep up her hand
Tug at her waist
Selfishness limitless
Everything for one
Yet, left craving in nothing shared
Remaining in one energy
So, used to being without
Her empty warmth only surrounding her
Maybe she was never destined for anyone
Maybe she was never destined to be loved
Maybe she was never destined for your love
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