To watch u leaving . . . is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth...
To watch u leaving . . . knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against ur solid back... Nor hear ur steady breathing Or feel the beating of ur heart.
To watch u leaving . . . aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future, once tied with silken ribbons to urs, will never come to be and the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever are now but small pieces of my past...
To watch u leaving . . . ur heart a tight fist of anger and ur dry eyes betraying nothing of u. I cry for both of us, my love, b'cos u will not.
To watch u leaving . . . is to know that I've lost my place on this earth. My station. My heart's home. That I will wander, forever a nomad. Alone and afraid. And in my troubled dreams watch u leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days...
DA
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