Moments

You held my hand once.
For a second.
A glimpse into your gentle touch.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
Sure as my own hand
That has longed for that touch
Since that day.

You kissed my lips once.
For a second.
A glimpse into your desire.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
Sure as my own lips
That remember yours fondly
Though they long to forget.

You looked at me once.
For a second.
A glimpse into your soul.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
Sure as my own eyes
That saw something deeper than
A meaningless glance.

You knew me once.
For a second.
A glimpse into being yours.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
But maybe even that isn’t my own.
Maybe my memories betray me
Because for me they were more than seconds.

For me I could only touch,
For me I could only kiss,
For me I could only see,
For me I could only know,
You.

But I doubt you remember.
Glimpses are forgettable…
Aren’t they?

Soulmate

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A touch. A glance.
Enough to stop the whole universe in motion.
One day a stranger, the next an unforgettable friend.
How does she resist the perfection of his touch?
It’s impossible.
All she can do is embrace and call him another soulmate.
No. Not one that will forever hold her hand.
Just a soul mate that can pause her heart between beats.
Make a simple sentence sound like a sonnet.
And be a forever friend in this cold lonely world.
Never to touch how they may sometimes want.
but always to understand how souls could never be
fully apart again.