I am aware of all around me,
but to myself I am blind
I can hear the feelings of others,
yet am oblivious of mine.
I can reach out and touch you
with words to move your spirit.
While all the while writing them,
they speak, but I can’t hear it.
I am starving for affection,
but my skin goes uncaressed.
I have managed to love myself
yet my heart remains unimpressed.
I taste the memory of your kiss
in every part of  my soul and mind.
I savor that connection every day,
excruciatingly bittersweet all the time.

M. Zane McClellan

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