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


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