I hate what I am doing to you,

trying to get you to hate me.

A map continues to elude my grasp,

bringing us to the same yearned for moment in time.

What I am going to say, rips my still beating heart from my chest.

All air is driven from my lungs, through my lips, as they part, saying,

“You should leave me, find another!”

I feel so depressed and low saying that,

knowing my thoughts have now become real.

All those times that could have, should have been.

Our loves blossom, so beautiful,

yet, it will never brighten its first spring.

Our bodies laying side by side,

with our fingers clasped together,

bathed in the glow of loves embrace.

The sense of your lips lingers on mine,

long after they have separated,

there impression like a robin’s footprint on fresh snow.

Dreams!

Drink in these images my angel;

you know, deep down, you must find reality in another mans arms.

Angel, always know this that in this cruel heartless world that separates us,

my love for you, will always live inside you,

keeping you warm and safe.

At the darkest hour,

take our loves story off the bookshelf in your heart

read of the love we nearly had,

as the dark dark clouds gather all around.

Like a beacon of light that love will draw you to safer shores,

be that silver lining.

Although we live in a world without choice;

that serves to prevent our union,

keep safe our love,

hold fast to what we nearly had. 

No sick twisted fate will return this love to the coldest of embers.

Our love will forever live on, nestling on that shelf in our hearts.

Although our lives move across different highways,

when rolling thunderclouds darken the brightest summer’s day

we will read and remember,

make the most sensual love,

feel warm and safe,

then smile.

 

© Phil Golding 08/08