Softly Aching Heart

I realized deeply
in the alarming presence,
this could mean something --

a definition,
when forced together, a smile
and a lonesome wish.

Though beyond shut eyes
how can I still know that touch,
that familiar touch?

Throughout everything
I always remember the
way he brushed my heart

because it is known
better than any organ
in this epiphany.

I have experienced
my love for him fully now
so, dear heart, please rest.

Why do you refuse?