Photo Source: PxHere What never was As I lie in my bed on another relentlessly harsh day, I think about you, your soft touch, your warm smile, Your kind eyes, your gentle words, your pure self, How you make me feel like I could never feel lonely. While I brush a pink petal of a flower with my fingertips, I think of the chilly evening we huddled close together, Warming each other’s tender bodies, speaking of dreams, You had clasped my hand and looked deep in my eyes, To say that with you, I...