Work in Progress

Funny,
but I can't remember
how
my arms felt,
around your neck
as I looked into
your eyes
an innocence of a child
breathing longingly,
into you.
Can't remember
how
it felt
to throw my arm 'round you
in the middle
of the night
and hold you,
your childlike innocence
or so I thought,
it to be.
Was it really?
or just
a well placed guise
perhaps
I,
am never fully
to know
but I am,
aware.
Not a selfish journey
to
'find myself'
for I've known all
along,
who I am
just never quite,
so much
as this never -before.
and I don't
am not
in love
with you,
anymore.
Christine 08.15.07