#AnticipatingLove

Your lips, dry, as I rest mine on them.
I stroke your cheeks that were once rosy.
I can feel it running down my face, it's a feeling I'm getting used to.

Will you be my woman? The question I asked as I watched you giggle, with eyes that crinkled from your smile.

I heard the sound, the scream hazy.
We were lost in our moment,
Until our moment was lost.
I saw the eyes, once filled with joy, slowly fade into confusion and then realization and then, Nothing.

As I sit here and stroke your face, your cold face. With your killers weapon, a tiny killer in my hands, I ask the question I always ask.

My Sophie, will you wake up, be my woman and be my love again?

#AnticipatingLove #lostlove #hopeful #lovers
© Faith Daniel