Forgotten Love

So long
   had it taken me
   to forget.

My skin
   had missed
   your touch.

How to feel;
   your warmth
   and your lips.

To forget
   had never
   been simple.

When our embrace
   would caress me
   once more.

Memories rush in
   like a flood
   in July.

I still remember
   your smile
   and your voice.

To forget
   meant our love
   had been lost.

Human Need

Craving,
Needing,
Feeling,
Seeing.

The touch of another,
Sensing their skin.
Another memory;
So near.

Urgency,
Weakness,
Moments become;
One last time.

The notion,
The knowing,
Of people becoming
So dear.

Their eyes
See you coming;
As if it was
The first time.

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Almost a year has passed since my last published poem. I've never stopped writing, although now I don't have someone forcing it out of me all the time. As of now, my poems will begin coming out more naturally.

Expect more to come. I have many in the waiting.

Enjoy,

-Alexe Pop