I loved the love that you love to give to me

but you never gave yourself any

Like a cup of hot tea

upon which I place my lips to drink,

you filled me with your warmth,

a fragrance that nourished my mind. Now,

an empty cup

you lay cold

from refusing my touch, my hands

are not enough to keep you

from wandering

from looking

for HIm.

We lay in bed

your head against my chest.

I looked to you--

eyes became lightless

though with a smile,

like He had you with his embrace..

Maybe you asked him to join

maybe He was always with you

I knew that

the way you looked at him

He made you breathless.

I grasped your hands, 

a porcelain cold.

They slipped through with ease

as if they rejected my hold.

I moved away the strands of hair

to see your eyes telling that

you loved me to death

and

His hands that you held.