Hard Sand
Words take flight like life, stranding me somewhere I don’t understand completing a trail of incomprehension I miss you, I adored you once, but now take wing gliding above everything even you understanding wanting doesn’t mean loving and love etches dreams in hard sand.
wanting doesn’t mean loving… so very true
Well said!
I appreciate the vulnerability shown in your poem, Sascha.
Beautifully written, Sascha!
All the missing and wanting can never be turned into true love