Complete

She leans over to pour you a drink.
You reach out and touch her face.
She smiles but quickly looks away.
Almost in fright.
She does not let her heart feel
the joy that may come with another.
She come back with a longing look.
One that sad women have when not
loved enough.
You cannot imagine what she think
but you know how she feels.
In that dark little place that holds
all those fears.
She reaches for you.
Feels your inviting touch.
If only for a moment, to be loved.
The final thought as she reaches
around you and embraces you.
She feels complete. . .

By Connor C.
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