Tear

I was longing for your caresses,

From this lack, my pain was growing.

My bruised body clamored for your presence that gripped me,

My wounded body, at the sound of your voice, was being stirred...

 

A thrilling gesture, a light touch...,

A nagging wait, a lack of tenderness.

A hasty departure turned to drama,

A farewell made, like a weft.

 

My body trembles at this tear,

Pure, cracking loss.

I find myself, lost, for a time,

I'd keep the after-effects for a long time.