What I need is
To touch John’s hand
Stroke his creamy skin
Feel the curl of his hair
Hear his soft voice
Call me Ev
See his hazel eyes
focus on me tenderly
Watch a smile light up his face

Then I could be fulfilled
at the sight
Of his beauty that
Captures, enraptures
my being

For now I mourn in the silence
Of night and day.
My sculptures shrouded in grief
Share this sadness of belief
That he is away
Beyond the day and life of touch
He floats in clouds
In a vast universe
Above
Protects from near and far
All the feelings that are
My eternal love for him

      — Evelyn Floret