Silently Missing…

A private, personal poem…

To one who has entered into my private world.

--Unknowingly

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 I have had much time to think about what I miss most,

Being so much of the heart makes this lack even harder to bear.

I love touch, need touch; crave it with my whole being,

For it is touch that makes me feel alive. It is touch that brings with it hope.

 

While incredibly strong in spirit and body, I am weakened by lack of touch.

Weakened by lack of tenderness, lack of caresses.

Missing most having hands placed gently upon my cheeks,

Lifting up my face to meet those special eyes.

 

God, I miss that so…never seems to leave my mind.

It is just an endless want, and endless desire,

Bringing with it tears for its lack, and tears when it occurs,

So beautiful is the moment.

 

Life continues on, but is somewhat unfulfilled.

For inside, my soul is crying out wanting so much to touch another.

This is the other side of the void, isn’t it?

  There is exquisite beauty in caressing another.

 

You know of course that this is not what is really missing.

My soul cries out to love another. 

To love someone deeply, completely, and with incredible passion.

I miss this beautiful feeling of belonging to another.

 

And with belonging is friendship.

And with belonging is sharing.

And with belonging is being treasured.

And with belonging is love…

 

I know you are out there, but why in the shadows?

Where is this man who desires truly to start anew?

Where is this man who doesn’t even realize that he has touched my heart,

And with your distance, you are tearing apart this heart that you have touched.

 

Lady Kingel

December 2000