Aching Hour

I ached for him. It hit my bones 

In way that left like magic. 

Like he was a part of my heart 

But tormented by lack of belief.

Faith that it would be different- 

That he could put me back together; 

The missing pieces that was whole with him. 

As if he was meant to love me. 

All messy and shattered 

Which he could figure out;

Kept forever in away 

That exchanged mutual embraces. 

If I knew anything at all;

It was in those few moments, 

In the aching hours, 

When he felt like a soulmate. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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