
Sigh
Even my tears cry their own sad song. It’s been to long, way to long, since I’ve heard your voice, or felt your presence. Your image burned into the back of my eyes. My skin still warmed from your touch. Your sweet scent still dances in my head. And how the look in your eyes makes me lose my breath. I can still feel your strong hands in my soft hair. Just as if, I were there. Only if, I were there. Michelle Helton
*Poem "Sigh" by Michelle Helton © 2003, All Rights Reserved*