lost and found
I found the following lines on a folded piece of paper in the recesses of my closet. After reading it, i wondered who I was speaking of. But like every other man in my life, he is barely just a memory.
I watch your lips move
And hear no words.
I only see the silver in your hair.
Do you notice mine?
Or are you watching my lips
While I answer you?
We lay quietly unwilling to disturb the others slumber.
And with such consideration
A disservice is done.
For while we are sensitive to each other’s physical needs
We only feed our own.
Leaving a gaping hole in our souls.