She never strolled the moonlit path
Hand in hand 'neath love's silvery moon
Other hands never held her hands
When sadness filled the room...

She never felt another hand
To press it to her face
The couch beside her-
Ever a big empty space

Hands never touched her shoulder
To let her know they're there
No sweet talk 'neath silvery moons
No lover's gaze to share...

No hands on her hands
No sparkling eyes or such
Some yearn for moonlit walks
And a comforting loving touch

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-02 at 13:57

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Helen, there are those yet far far away. The think out to you, smile, hold your hand. Hug, cuddle, listen, say soothing words. Know that you are not alone.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A loving hug, a comforting touch, a hand to hold, is a need so easy to give. Give it freely. I imagine such loneliness. A very sad poem but written with true eloquence.