What is this?
What is this?
How is it that simple remembrance
of a particular way
that you smile
or that playful knowing look
that says I love you,
dislodged from my brain by my Mind’s Eye,
still buoys my sinking soul?
And gives me pause
To smile.
It is not my nose that remembers the smell of your hair.
It is me
that recalls the taste of your lips on mine.
To wait all day just to feel your touch
like a spark sometimes,
at others like a glowing ember
to ignite the Life-Fire
within my heart.
Who are You?
Where are you?
From where did you come?
Why did you have to go?
How did we lose our way?
The essence still remains.
It is deep within me
I keep it safe,
awaiting your return.
‘Til then
It rains every day in my heart.
I serve at your pleasure,
awaiting you to discover me
Again.
Here.
Now.
In this moment, as you read this.
Yes, I mean you.
September 4, 2013 at 7:58 pm
This was so touching. You have a tender heart Mr.
September 5, 2013 at 8:17 am
thank you :*