the walking story of locke voltaire adelio (chapter six: you)

I can’t say I’d lost you,

Or lost in you,

Because you’re gone,

Lost,

But not with me or in me,

That’s the sad thing.

 

 

Dark,

Cold,

Alone,

That’s what I felt,

There’s no replacement of you,

As I dream everyday,

Pressing against your lips with mine.

 

 

Not that I want to see you everyday,

Not that I want to hear your voice everyday,

Not that I want you to live,

Or die after me, 

I just want to hold your hand forever,

Because holding you hand,

Making me realize,

That you’re always with me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Because holding you hand,
Making me realize,'
That you’re always with me"
A beautiful poem of love and desire. I believe in holding hands with the people you love. It create a connection to show the world. You are not alone. I like the kind emotion and desire to hold on in the poem. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[E.H. Monroe]

f**k.
if sadness had a poetic definition, this would be one of the explainations.
I cant say im lost in you cuz your lost yourself? thats f*****g painful and beautiful all at the same damn time.
yer groovy, i dig it