I could have moved him br br If he could hear how loud br br my heart was beating br br I could have touched him br br But he could not feel much br br beyond his pale skin br br br I could have loved him br br But he was blind and could not read br br my broken lines br br I went through the motions br br Drowning in an ocean br br A dead sea... br br He kept on looking past me br br br © 2009 Sonya Florentino br br br with much thanks to Ronald Peat, a poet friend, br for guiding me through the deep end....