When
• 05/05/24 at 07:44AM •When the light,
hits your eyes,
it is a reflective
surprise.
Long will I,
think of you,
for I am missing,
you, too.
When the light,
hits your eyes,
it is a reflective
surprise.
Long will I,
think of you,
for I am missing,
you, too.
Do I know,
who you are,
or where you live,
near or far?
Probably not,
is what I'd say,
as for you,
please, go away!
Was that,
rude of me?
I am blind,
and cannot see.
Please leave,
now, please.
Just go away,
let me be at ease.
Feelings, at this point in life,
tend to get complicated.
Here is an earlier writing,
that tries to simplify the feeling.
I am touched by being
Touched.
I am in love by being
Loved.
I am one by being
Many.
Reflections about acts often taken
without thought of the differences
they made. I miss this.
Lying close
With deepest breathing,
Beads of love,
Appear in hairlines,
Eyes closed,
As if sleeping.
Quickly, with a deft motion,
You pull away,
From me
And are gone.
We traveled miles.
We traveled far,
looking oh looking,
to find where you are.
I know you are gone,
over four months now,
as I struggle to be strong,
fulfilling our marriage vow.
I love you more than
simple words can say,
and still miss you,
after you've gone away.
Expectations by others of how
we behave when interacting with others,
has influenced, in my mind, how we
think and stifles inquisitiveness.
If I enjoy living,
please tell me why,
I fight depression.
When I am happy,
no other person is happier
but when I am sad,
how depressing.
I must be a paradox,
to my friends,
those that I have.
Moods make the
personality, but we
are not supposed to be
moody.
Perhaps, we are not
supposed to have moods
but be even tempered or
mechanical.
What happens,
when you think
what you've written,
is wasted ink?
I like to believe that once a thought is captured in writing, it is read, interpreted, admired, accepted, rejected or modified. As time passes, it may stand alone or it may combine with other thoughts. In either form it has the chance of becoming immortal.
Part of our life is handling the loss
of a loved one. There are many ways
not unique to myself. I wrote this, 6 years
ago. Prophetic, perhaps but my feeling
at the moment.
Oh, elusive love
Where are you now?
Where is your hiding place?
Can you be found
In the eyes of children
Or in the tinkling sound
Of their laughter
Or looking into crowded rooms,
Will I see you
In the face of a
Smiling stranger?
My hearts a flutter.
I saw her again.
She looks dangerous,
causing me pain.
It's funny,
in an odd way,
to realize,
she's gone away..
Never to see her,
in this life again.
How I hate
this kind of pain.
Loves in the air,
but it isn't for me.
For there is little desire,
not there to see.
I love people, in general,
I know this to be true,
but I don't see love present,
if I don't see you.
A what if question.
My reply, simple,
as it was, then.
If I were a writer of melodies,
sad songs would be my forte,
for sadness comes the easiest
to those who sit and wait
and do nothing, simply nothing,
to change.
Weep not for those sad songs
for they are merely words,
of frustrated lovers,
stating their lament,
of sadness.
Time passes,
memories remain,
of my love, as I,
try, my thoughts, to retain.
I love you, for all
the world to see.
I love you for what
you do to me.
You are the Mother of
our children,
the keeper of our house,
you are everything and
beloved spouse.
You are there when
I need you
and when I don't,
you're not around.
You love me when
I'm good
and you love me
when I am bad,
you offer me consort
and comfort, when I'm sad.
You are my love,
everlasting,
no matter what will be,
as my love for you,
is for eternity.
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