At times my mind resorts to the possibility that I may never again have the chance to gaze into your ever-changing eyes. This thought alone makes me want to forget your existence, but like that of a Stradivarius how could one forget something so rare? But as time passes, my memory of you seems to resemble a dream more than reality. My ears forget the tranquil pitch of your voice and my skin your soothing touch. I often wonder if your heart still longs for me the way mine does for you, but understanding that I may never know forces me to accept something I cannot change. Yet still, I remain alone and untouched by others in hopes for a day that may never come...
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 