Simple Pleasures

Love has damaged me and I don't know if I will be able to experience the simple pleasures of love again. My laugh that carried 10 different meanings in your eyes means only one to the next. Or how unknowingly you would brush your hand across my back to make sure I was there.  And how the look between us meant the world all wrapped up together making perfect harmony between the silence, and yet now it carries the sorrow and doubt between gazes of the new.  The damage is done and the simple pleasures are beyond my reach.