An Aching Heart

Heart strings are puled by the hand that rests atop
The pressure of the world is that of the body above
And tears come from the eyes which she cannot see

Caressing and kissing
Memorizing one another
Exchanging emotional words
Fueled by the reactions inside

Burnt into the skin and the heart is the hand
The hand which rested atop.
The pressure remains
Only as a phantom unseen,
The tears flow freely
As the eyes remember
Each scene clearly.

Emotions inside swell with the force of an ocean
But only dark and hallow is the space
In place of the one, one is looking for

Is this how broken love feels
Like mourning the loss of your soul
Of your humanity
A tide never to recede
Always a memory

Always an aching of the heart