Poem #332

There was nothing. Not even a spark.
When you kissed me, it felt like you were
kissing someone else. I couldn’t feel your hands.
There was no love, just the need to avoid loneliness.
It was like we were drinking from an empty cup
and wondered why we felt thirst.

3 thoughts on “Poem #332

  1. Grasping, ever searching and grasping.

  2. Yesterday I kissed you tenderly
    I remembered how it was before
    Today it was just sisterly

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