Happenstance

Sad goodbyes of longing.
Wishing of belonging.
Yesterday was a day
Where so much was to say.
However, that day passed.
Now the words seem crass.
A thought, a feeling:
The universe was my ceiling.
Mere words can't express
How I felt undressed
By your simple glance.
Was it pure happenstance?
I wanted your embrace,
Your simple caress
To hold and love me.


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