By Karani Kelvin.
I see you grope in the dark
Touching
Spaces that once were warm
Clutching
At my retreating shadow
You stretch to cuddle
But there’s emptiness there
No warm breath against
Your neck, no fingers dripping
Desire all over you…
You whisper my name
But even when I was there
I was already gone.
Karani Kelvin sells insurance and writes poetry on the side. Follow him on Twitter and Facebook .
