Poets

Unlike most Love poems this poem was written for my best friend not exactly a Lover. I wanted this poem to paint a picture of a person waking up and being stricken by the realization that their arm/leg/etc. was recently amputated. I didn't want it to be a typical pretty poem because when you lose someone it isn't so. This poem is for AJ. You will be sorely missed my Love. I like a man who waking in the mid of night still reaching with a flexed arm recently amputated. So do I in the mid of day face the sudden remembrance of your absence.

Loneliness brushes the swell of her lips But he can only hold her Reaching for something gone and amiss Absence himself adores her

A minute of your time costs you nothing, but means the world to someone The reaching of a hand. The absence of a touch.