Questions Become Answers Poem by shannon wright

ive never seen the moon light your face
or the sun shining in your hair
I’ve never smelled the crook of your neck
or rested a hand on the small of your back
i’ve not kissed your scratchy cheek,
or traced your lips with a soft fingertip
I’ve not laid beside you in the dark
and tenderly dropped words of love into your ear
but as I count the hours until you arrive,
I realize that soon my fantasy will become reality
and i have faith that all questions will become answers.

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