He is still here, but in body only
His soul has left me.
I miss him most at twilight time, when the day’s work has ended
And evenings past times have yet to begin.
Those times in our past when dinner was cooking in the kitchen and
Warm light filled the house.
When before dinner we would walk hand in hand through the
Gardens, across the fields to the edge of the wood
Where the songs of night
Drifted in from the forest and filled our senses.
The essences of twilight,
A feeling more than a time.
We were love and completeness,
He completed me as I completed him.
We would finish our dinner in the kitchen and
Take our wine to the porch and watch as
The last light faded from the landscape while
Twilight’s glow lingered in the treetops.
Evening deepened and the world stopped spinning.
All was calm, all was quiet. And when the hour was late,
We would climb the stairs together and
Sink into our inviting bed.
He always began by sliding his hands over my body as
An expression of his love.
I could feel the heart of his passion
Against my lips.
As his smoking soul ignited the
Fire in my heart,
We would come together in light and love.
The passion almost too much to take as
He whispered words of love and lust in
My ear and held my body and life together in his arms.
It was at those times that my soul threatened to spill out of my body
And wash away in the heat of the moment,
But his strength held it back
And covered it with his love, protecting me from myself.
And each time, as the lovemaking ended and his body
Lay hot and limp on mine,
I would look into his eyes and know,
Just know, that the world, our world, was as it should be.
And in that moment I had no darkness to fear, no sadness to run from
Could feel no distance between us in the night.
Instead, the darkness was comforting in its
Completeness, the totality of its effect sealed our fate each and every time.
But in spite of the lust, the passion and heat, in spite of
A love that felt as if it transcended time and space
There came a change, a change that for me meant an emptying of hopes, an end to dreams, and an acceptance that my love would never be returned.
And so it remains, a love, a hope and a dream held only by one
Struggling to survive in a lonely bed at twilight time.