I wrote this Nov. 26 2006
I feel you near me every minute of the day,
Yet you are miles away.
I smell your passionate fragrance riding on the wind,
I see your face, in the face of others.
Even though I have never met you,
I can feel your hand gently touching me,
But that can’t be, no one is there.
I can hear you voice call my name,
But there is only silence.
I want to feel something in my heart,
But it’s been broken far too long.
TheUnLoved ®
On the night of Dec. 3rd 2006
All of these things became a reality.
The miles became only inches.
I could for a while hold you near.
I could truly see your face.
The silence was broken,
I heard you call my name countless times.
I did feel your hand in mine.
Actually touch your skin.
Your skin so soft and delicate.
Everything seemed so right that night.
Was it?
I think it was.
For when I had to leave,
I was regretful for having to go.
But I left with a fire inside.
A burning desire to live life again.
Will I live again, or will I simply
Die with the Flames of Desire?
Time will show me the answer,
As for now, time stands still.
TheUnLoved ®
