To swim and not to reach
The contours of your shore
An eye in the coldness of the dark
It sees but not really.
To know and not to feel
The fullness of your soul
Just a droplet in a vast desert
It is there but not really.
To wait and not to see
The outcome of your years
Speck of dust in the wind
It was there but not really.
To die and not to love
The life that was given
Would be an empty ball pen writing
You were ther

This poem was written/submitted by Kim .