No Longer Mine - A Poem

This face is no longer mine
With eyes so expressive shadowed with brows so thick
How I loved to run my fingers through hair so black and shiny, lips I never stopped admiring

 This laugh is no longer mine
The shift of the Adam's apple as loud baritone eased out
The best I ever heard, I can never help but break into a smile, every time

 These hands are no longer mine
To scribble nothings in the palm and fix my fingers in between
So cozy, it felt like home, large enough to envelope in safety with nails so pretty, I almost was jealous

 This body is no longer mine
To have and to hold...
To lay my head on, whichever
Hear the heart beat, whenever
Snuggle into, wherever
And slide my hands, all over

 This heart is no longer mine,
This heart that used to beat for me, loving so fiercely, so freely
I know not of its present fears, 
it's dreams, it's struggles

 The good memories, I will hold so close
The wrongs, I would wish away
And as we go our separate ways
At the very least, I can say 
This heart that has (been) loved and lost, this heart that once fought
This heart, once, was mine.

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