I write what I feel in the moment.
Some moments I want to hurt you, get even with you for damaging my soul, for
Rearranging my view of what is right and poisoning my long held faith in people and in myself,
You had no right, or reason, to do that…
And a moment later,
I want to hold you and
Never let you go.
One moment I feel that maybe some of it was real,
The next I am relieved that you don’t care and never did.
Sometimes I can’t picture your face,
Other times it is all I can see.
My eyes still fill with tears at the sound of your songs,
And my body longs for your touch.
I have met other men,
Some are interested and interesting.
There are days when I think I can,
Maybe it will help.
But I can’t, then I think
In the dark maybe I could pretend,
See your face instead of his.
But I’m not an actress,
He would know, I would know,
I haven’t the heart.
So the moments of loving and
Rising and falling.
Heart strings pulled by fate like tides pulled by the moon.
My heart wants to break the rules and tell you
That I want to hold you,
But I am afraid of you, afraid I will be consumed by you,
With no hope of survival as
The surrender would be complete
And “I” would be lost, forever…
These moments of love and not continue to oscillate as
6 weeks turns into 6 months,
Into 6 years, into a lifetime of memories,
And loss and missed chances, of dreams and hopes unfulfilled
Yet profound in their potential tenderness.
So sadly, in the peace of early morning silence, I accept and understand that my heartfelt connection to you across the vastness of time and space
Is the only part of the “us” that never was that will forever remain.