Pondering Stories

Warm on a cold night I fell into a deep sleep Dreaming about someone I may not even meet. The loving look From his eyes Like twinkling stars They mesmerize. The warm embrace From his strong arms Draws togetherness Like bees in swarms. The gentle touch Of his caress Reminds to forget The day's stress. The light and deep kisses From his soft lips A breath of life Opposite of eclipse. The erotic charm In his calming voice It...

"It doesn't hurt me," I find myself murmuring. Nothing hurts anymore, not the way it used to. I don't miss the way your lips felt as they pressed softly against mine, nor do I miss the soft velvet heat of your body cuddled up against mine. It's fine. I don't miss the way our hair would tangle together or the way you somehow made me smile on days I felt like dying. I don't miss anything because nothing in the world was mea...