She cannot see her life without him, a couple days have passed, still no word.
Thoughts, feelings, fears.
She misses his mouth,eyes,face.
Is love blind?
Perhaps.
Staring out the window, she hopes he will come up behind her, hold her, kiss her soft skin.
That does not happen.
What is he doing now?
Is he thinking of her?
Is he touching another?
Italian love songs in the background, tender sighs, and dreadful whys.
Depicted nonsense, and makeshift love signs.
Unheard to the deaf, and seen by the mute.
Careful selection, and untold deception.
Ti amo?
Je t’aime?
Te quiero?
Words.
Only words.
The mouth can give thousands of words, but only one true feeling.
To tell a story, to give an image, a gift, a refused exhale, you wonder through these fields as if unfound.
Come back to me my love.
Come back.
Empty without you, caress, tender, scream.
Art, Fate, Life.
You are the paint to my canvas, the water to my river, the leaf to my branch.
Soul?
Body?
Infinite.
Accept this, accept us.
Hold your head up high, you are the pride of my beating heart, the reason for my strive, the understanding of my being.
In open arms, accept this.
Accept us.
I think I like this. It makes me wish I were in love…I think?
sometimes….Never mind.
Good stuff, can’t wait for more.
Sometimes not knowing, forever wondering, is more painful and difficult than a decisive but harsh answer.
very true lou, i agree
hi diana,
i love the way you write.. you remind me of someone soooo close to my heart.. he writes the same.. it makes me smile when i read ur work.. cos it somehow resembles his.. i have many of his writings.. i kept thwm both in my pc and in my heart.. its for keeps.. im happy to stumble upon your site.. i see him in ur writings.. thank you so much
way to go!!!
Zy
that was g8, i loved yr writing….though u wrote good 2 yrs back, my bad luck that i didnt read it earlier…..i could feel the loneliness and grief in her silent yet screaming appeal to her lover….g8 work