The pain of your touch
The wistful notes on the radio
awakened the images.
I felt a touch,
your arm lightly draped over my shoulder.
I felt its warmth, I swear,
and then I became painfully aware
there were no more of those touches,
no more such touches,
no more touches at all.
God, how you looked at me,
as if there were no other women in the world,
as if there were no other living beings
in the whole world,
no one but us.
And there was pain,
physical pain in the stomach,
and tears,
tears streamed down the cheeks.
I cannot describe that pain,
that awareness
that everything is in the past,
that everything is gone forever.
I know I would have been more unhappy
if I hadn't felt such and so much love.
But this kind of pain
makes me doubt fate, justice, oblivion,
and a fair order in the world.
I'm the happiest woman of all
because I met you,
because you loved me,
and I keep memories as the greatest treasures.
But, sometimes
I want to erase you because this pain,
The pain of your touch
that I no longer have,
is so, so hard to bear.❤️

© Jaya