I can not see the man who came from out of nowhere. So quietly, like snow falling on the ground. I can't see the sparkle in your eyes that I see in your words. The smile on your face when you are happy or the wrinkles in your forehead when you worry


I can not hear the man who came to me on a moonbeam, drifting into my life like a summers breeze. I can not hear your sighs that I know are there. I can't hear your breathing or your whispers.


I can not touch the man who came into my soul,like a kindred spirit in the dark of night.I can't touch your hand as you share your deepest feelings,nor touch your face and tell you everything will be OK.


So once again I turn on my link to the world and the fantasy begins. You are there.







written by
Mary Dougherty

Poetry and Prose
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