Lonesome

There was once a day

When we sat in the October sun.

You played with my hair

Like it was a violin string;

And I stared at your face

Like it was my homeland-

Your lips announced my existence

And your eyes decided the shape

Of my body.

Our hands were entwined 

Into a serpentine belt of 

Oneness. 

You held my dreams,

And I held your reality.

But the sun doesn't shine forever,

And October eventually melts away;

And today, all I'm left yearning for 

Is not poetry, is not the temperance

Of your everyday kisses,

It is you, in your opaque entirety.

Because I do not yet know how 

To not be loved by you,

And if I have my way, 

I'd prefer never to learn.