Never
I know now...I will never reach
The full potential,
Of what love had intended for me.
He is gone.
He never will.
He never was.
Never to hold my hand.
Never to know my lips.
Never to smell morning on my skin.
Never to graze my earlobe with his teeth.
Never to know what that does to me.
And I am never to know
If he could have loved me back.
I imagine he would have.
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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