A poem a day - LIAH

She had long black hair

filled with movement

And chocolate skin

darker than my own.

Her upper lip had

a layer of soft down

And her breasts were full

as were her hips.

We laughed together till

my chest felt crushed

And shared intimate stares

filled with conversation.

I longed to see her

come through those doors

And kept a space next to me

as an open invitation

I did not know then

that this was love

Only that it made

a dent in my loneliness

And with recklessness

I turned my eyes away

Towards those things

shiny and new

And when I returned

there stood an empty chair

And a broken soul

with no one to care