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diverging paths

by William P Strucke

your touch is electric,
your voice radiates my soul
pulsing my heart
trembling my nerves
gracing the air
your smell is like heaven

as you shuffle down the hall
trying not to remind me
yet reminded i am
that night in the dark
the potential was amazing
shifting my soul
yet here we are today
avoiding contact
forgetting the time we've lost
mutually looking away

i miss the trails we did not visit
the summers we avoided
endless nights staring at the stars
dreaming what we've ignored
what could have been

brushing past me
i feel your tears as
my heart skips a beat
and the angels cry out
this tragedy that is,
you and me


Posted on 05/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 William P Strucke

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/03/13 at 04:56 AM

something with which I can soulfully relate, these words which tear at the heart to read, that great potentiality, alas withered on the vine.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/03/13 at 08:50 AM

If I read that first stanza about how someone felt about me, I would sit up and take notice. She should read this. Very poignant.

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