Come again

The loss of love and the decision to lose it

The contact lasted only a while and then...i could never touch you again.
They have said a leper suffers the anguish of never being held, touched.
I saw one, did I tell you? He cried when I approached and lay my clammy hands on his shoulders.
He even kissed my forehead.
How wonderful!

Nevertheless, you were now gone
and would never again kiss my forehead.
How dreadfully sad!
You said those were love kisses.
And I smelled your sweet perfume as you approached.
Come again!

The contact is gone.

Come again! No...wait!
It would only starve
and wither away like...a leper, you see.
You said I knew nothing. How true!
The first time went bad.
But, the second would be right.
Only, changes must be...then

come again!