Love Me Again

please come back to me, like before…

Last night your lips felt

like a strangers,

unrecognizable,

as if I was embracing

you for the first

time.

Gentle, slight touch.

The vast expanding universe.

 

Familiar stranger,

in the end I knew

who you were.

Your loving arms embraced

me like a blindfolded child

hugging his mother

in a crowd.

 

You are no stranger,

I understand.

Today we sit in the back

seat with your lips cradling

mine,

recognizing,

the deep infatuation you have.

Predictable. Beautiful.

Resembling the changing of seasons

 

Not a Stranger, but a friend.

Depression shrivels you up

like flowers in the winter.

Withering.

A petal falling,

one piece at a time

Even if you cannot feel,

feelings are present

Existing sporadically,

occurring naturally from green leaves

to orange ones around fall.

 

Best friend and lover,

Your indecisiveness comes

like a rainy summer.

Contradictory but comforting.

Rain cascades

from cloudy eyes

but your love is inevitable

like spring.

Author: Daliap

An artist, writer, and adventure. I need be constantly moving whether it is my brain, body, or soul.

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