Her days

Her days

I wish some things,
certain words and casual memories,
Of your warm touch and gentle bliss,
That lively soul that was,
Guarded by armor of your affection,
Now feeds on your shadows-
Hallucinates, back and forth,
Stuck in you, the world you carved
For him, a new born in your game,
Cradled in your arms, left faithless insane,
Unattended all along,
Yearns being satiated,
Your touch-
Love.

-insanets