But Yet, So Far

It pains a man

to want

what he can’t have.

To reach

what he can’t grasp.

To smell

what he can’t taste.

To gaze upon a face

that adores him,

but implores him

not to press

the way her memory of him

against her flesh

makes her give in

to errant thoughts

of would have,

should have,

could have beens….

- HymnAgen