Sharing Chocolate, J.M.
Touched and tender for the first time
in many years.
It is sweet, shortlived and not mine.
The moment calls to grasp.
But never there is the lasting embrace,
or the gaze completely locked.
It is instead a memory easier forgotten
and no longer felt.
Empty, cold, alone and struggling
not to want.
This tender touch I will never own
and must soon forget.
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