I'm trying to remember
everything that happened
that
not so distant day.
There were many things
I wish I could have done,
but can no longer do
to mend your broken heart.
Could I have been the puppeteer
to move your body so elegantly,
so that you may have the ability
to keep holding on?
But I wish, I wish...
with all my heart...
that even though you're gone,
you remember me.
Me, this lonely heart
that you so connected to.
With our shattered hearts and broken bones,
I yearn for your embrace;
your gentle nature and kind heart.
I long for the day
the wind caresses our figures
and we lie in the meadow,
in each others arms...
waiting for them to take us home,
where we belong.
And then I shall remember
everything that happened
that
very distant day.
©LJ
26 May 2014
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