Gardens of crystal
stand silent and
reflective in the valley
that once was my heart –
each a perfect shape,
reflecting a single memory of
the loves I sought and the
images that still inhabit
my mind.
I can not see the real you
I can not taste your sweet kiss
I can not touch your face
or run my fingers through
your silken hair or feel
warm breath upon my cheek
or taste your passion with
hungry lips, gentle tongue or
my mind.
I can only hear the
sound of your voice
the smile of your laugh,
as we talk on the phone.
My mind
still wanders among the
crystal gardens as I
remember how you taste
and smell in the memory of
the you I’ve yet to meet,
the lips I’ve yet to kiss,
the love I’ve yet to make
to the heart I finally found.