The last kiss

There are moments, I’ve wished
That would never end, and once they do,
That they’d never begun.
Soul searching, yet out of reach
Falling out of comfortable arms
From cushioned relief
Into raging nightmares
Where the beast is awake
Ready to feast on mellow creatures
The mind wanders, endlessly, carelessly,
Aimlessly, pointlessly, wordlessly
Staring into space
Going back in time
To that, last kiss
The one that was supposed to make it right.

© 2014 Mihir Kamat

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Contributed to this week’s writing challenge.


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