i miss you

because you’re there in the places we used to walk through

in the smooth outline of my coffee cup

where my lips wish it was you i am touching instead

i miss you

because soon it will be raining

and i’ll be staring at those droplets through my window pane -

your warm embrace shielding me from the cold,

your gentle voice playing through my mind

simply this soul knows it will march in spring

if it finds you and dances beside you

once again.

Egad, I miss blogging…..
can’t stop it, can’t resist it
simply have to be back, three days after the fact, hehe

i.

there is no cure for my sadness
no depth or dimension to this pain
as i look forward and think
of the Christmases we will not share
the golden hair i will not touch
the gentle souls i will not lovingly put to sleep

a part of me has died with your going
and my life, as your life
is one huge ‘could have been’

ii.

in giving birth,

as in giving death,

as in making love,

women must spread their legs

and think of a thousand doves flying

instead of being threatened

by those giant forceps

iii.

this love for you goes by one word: ‘tolerance’
the madness to be blind

i love you much too much

and if indeed love is sharing
until when will i do so
with those other women?

Love is a gift I give unto myself. I may not be sure if someone loves me back, but it doesn’t matter for true love is selfless. In nurturing this special affection, my soul sings, my heart goes into a happy dance and I am once again able to find poetry in everyday things:

Sunshine reminds me of you
When the noon’s rays descend upon me
And I am suddenly filled with heat
from the passion of you…

The bright skies and heavy August showers
will always make me long for you
even if you’re just sitting across the room
and more so when you are far away from me
like
xxxxxxxxxxx this

Someone from my not-so-distant past came to haunt me…right there on a Monday morning.

I couldn’t explain it. I was, and still is, irretrievably drawn to his mystery. It’s true that we all want something we could not have or ever be near with.

How I wanted to soften that wintry gaze that accused me of reacting so badly.But I’ve promised to myself to stop chasing rainbows and just wait for the rainbow to show on my horizon.

I can no longer weep for what I lost.
Right now,I’m just
beyond feeling,
beyond pain.