Poetry

Aching Hearts

“And tonight, under this moonlight,
my heart aches the most for you.”

And tonight, my heart aches the most for you. Tonight, I’m looking up at the moon, casting shadows and light across my darkened room, and I reach out with my fingers, touching the light and wishing that light was you instead. And I wonder. What would your skin look like in this light? Would it look as pale as mine? Would you feel warm beneath these fingertips? Would you stop the cold from spreading through me? Would you hold me? Stay with me? Would you be mine?

© Sarah Doughty

Tonight, I wonder if
you’re thinking of me too.

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