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.
5 thoughts on “Hard Sand”
wanting doesn’t mean loving… so very true
I appreciate the vulnerability shown in your poem, Sascha.
Beautifully written, Sascha!
All the missing and wanting can never be turned into true love