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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