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.