It Isn’t Love

I stand in the middle.

They’re too tall, or I’m too small.

They cover the skies, towering.

Yet, the rays seep through their faults,

And kiss my skin.

A warm and tender kiss they lay.

I have never felt the need to touch you more.

You’re right beside me, but with the blink of an eye, you’re gone.

I miss your gentle caress,

Your encouraging pats.

Love is a strong word.

I didn’t love you,

I loved everything about you.

And not everyone understands the difference,

For they’re too tall. Or maybe I’m too small.

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