Her

This is for you: another poem.

Words shaking through my home

As if I met you- well I'll be-

Can't get this kind of joy for free?

Another face with another name

Another picture within the frame

That I hold in my mind's eye

of another soul to say goodbye to

And yet

these words they cannot bleed

Trapped like water beneath the sea

Where we'd go and we'd hold hands

And I'd love you as your man

But those are dreams and fantasies

That will never breach reality

You, like the moon beyond the fog,

are beyond the reach of my arms stretched

like the perfect skin of your face

when you crack a smile

and smooth over another crack

in the stony edifice of my mind's hallowed halls.

But since we'll never be,

You will never heal me.

And lying at your feet,

another heart without a home.