Missing.

Soft hands carress, but
there no more,
Reaching out, yearning,
disturbing the invisible
sore,
Bleeding over, bleeding
out,
Unconscious yet
awake,
Still, but nervous
shake,
Pleading to the fates
to touch what was once
there,
Her eyes so bright,
her skin so
fair,
Distant, yet close,
still yearning,
still hope,
Radiant in the dark
that the tunnel
ends soon,
To lay with her
under the moon...
-END-
(C)D.C. Chapman
9/28/2012