so she writes. and draws. and sews.
no matter how hard life becomes
no matter how lonely i get
i will not risk
changing any one thing
if it might change what i had with you
your name will forever be on my lips
memories of you are my crutch
i won't improve
my life one bit now
if it would alter my before with you.
the sorrow i feel is a gift
this grief is a blessing for me
it honors the us
the you and i
it is proof of the bond we shared.
i miss you
in the morning
i wake to
ineffable sadness
the new and enduring
constant.
i rise
in physical pain
from aging,
that feels harsher
without you.
i miss you
in the afternoon
when the length
of the day
stretches out
interminably
as the cruel sun
shines down
on my life
and my future
without you.
i miss you
in the evening
when the stars
shine coldly
on a Dragon-less world.
deepening shadows
cannot shroud the grief
etched on my face
as i endure the close
of another day
without you.
i miss you
in the night
when dreams of you,
or the lack thereof,
wake me to an
empty bed
and i become
intimate
with a longing
that can never be healed
without you.
4 comments:
Dearest Lady,
A public apology for a private crime. I read that in a book once. I am sorry for what I said to you. Your infrequent writing now both here and the other place kills me since I know how very alone you are. You have had no one to be a support to you through all these months. Your children are great but I know you protect them from much of your pain. You are pulling away into an isolation that you shouldn't be in. You're trying to protect yourself from the online community you had sought to have a link to the outside world, but who have hurt you. And now I am one of them. And I am sick over it. Please forget what I said. I am here for you to talk to. I would rather be just friends than be without you. Your writing is eloquent. Your art is important and incredible. You have so much to give to the world if only they, we, would stop to listen.
Semper Fi. Please know that I will always be here for you.
Brick
Beautiful poem. Thinking of you.
Beautiful words--as usual. You are so artistic in your writing--in all aspects of your creative life. You are such a beautiful woman.
Brick, it's okay. i know you are there.
Suddenwidow and Judy, thank you both.
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