Images

A foreign hand under my palm
A story yet to be told.
Seems that all is done 
Memories left in the cold. 

A simple glare, an elusive smile 
Captures my eye, warms my heart. 
Back turned; its not worth while
Far away, at opposite ends of an arc. 

A vivid face, a familiar breath
Forever lost; was never felt. 
Distant miles; unimaginable depth
Something new, I've never dealt. 

A constant picture, flashing in my mind
Short, abrupt, cruel yet a beautiful sight.
Those soft supple lips above mine, 
Is now just something I wouldn't find.