the yearnings of a true heart

When a sigh escaped, a quietness more telling
than messages sent, clipped, in them the spelling
of yearnings painful, heart painfully beating
for the memory of a moment shared, too fleeting.

when lovers uncomplicated in each other find
that which their mind fills, be of the same kind
and thus destructive be the parting
the numbness felt, the body smarting.

in-drawn, withdrawn, silently lost
a failing in sanity be the cost
now time not be a friend welcome
in the parting, the enemy, it did become.

but, wait, it looks like time itself redeem
for with each passing second it does seem
now the countdown to the next meet
and the mind begins to focus on the upcoming greet.

to imagine those kisses, a feathery exhale of breath
a tingling of flesh, to numbness death
not even being apart
can dampen the yearnings of a true heart.

RB.