Gone Are Touches Missed

When ghost shadows came,
To join a heart with stains left...
From a raining that seemed not to end.
Inside undried eyes,
Remained open but vacant.
And wanting to be absent of pain.

Those feelings one once had,
Now no longer needed as bad.
Since gone are touches missed.
Gone with them are those missed lips,
Remembered and again wished to kiss...
If only the clouds were not allowed to linger.