The Opposite Shore
Tonight I have been drinking,without pause,glass after glass. I cannot touch her. Forty-five years stand between us—a mountain no one can cross. My lips achefor her cheek,yet they must remainwhere longing cannot follow. So I love herin silence. She is here beside me,her breathagainst my face,yet I cannot hold her hand,cannot thread my fingersthrough hers. … Read more