unfinished

A warm arm
and a silver tongue,
wrap both around me.
I crave comfort,
something missed but
something gained,
hold tight and speak fast
my eyes burn
with your words,
lungs empty of all hope
when I see what I miss.
I want kind words,
there's a desperation
for it to be
the only thing I've heard
from your lips, stained and soft
but only in my imagination.

r.l.w