327/365: The Grief of Love

It's hard to be a person
shut away in a body.
We witness flight and kindness
and song and sorrow,
we hold and hope
and grope and love,
but I cannot borrow your eyes
or run my senses
through your intricate map of nerves.
I will touch you and call out to you
until there is no earth left for me to run upon,
but you can only ever be
the story my body tells me.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.