After Goodbye

I did not touch her
After goodbye.

The door had closed.

No matter my desire
No matter our history
The door had closed
And I walked away.

These years later
I rethink my choice.
Perhaps I should have fought
To hold her
To keep her
But we both walked away.

I wonder
If she wonders.
Does she regret the goodbye?
Does she feel the pain I feel?
Is she as full of conflict as I?

My ears miss her voice.
My lips miss her kiss.
My eyes miss her presence.
My fingers miss her skin.

But I did not touch her
After goodbye.

Come To Me Again

Her hands were small
Almost tiny in mine.
When they moved on me
I was a man transfixed
In that moment.

Her eyes were flame
But not in a searing way.
They burned as does the sun
In a September sky
Generous and filled with promise.

Her lips were soft and gentle
Warm
Open
When I leaned into her.
Her mouth nourished me
With the passions of life.

Her long, auburn hair was a banner
And would shine
In the morning sun
Would luster by moonlight.
Her tresses
Would mantle me in each embrace.

To touch her was to know
The firmament of heaven
The tides of seas
The lofty climes of rare air
The purity of snows
And the musk of earth.

A man may no more keep her
As he might catch the breath of butterflies
Or the majesty of lions.

She is singular.
There is no other.
And like the amazement that comes
With undulating Auroras
I may only dream
She might come to me
Again.