Tag: I still miss you

Forgive Me

I can still forgive you everything:

Every moment when you feared,
Every moment when you ran away,
Every moment when you tore at me in your frustration,
Every moment when you asked me to be different than I am,
Different from who I am,
Different from who you love,
Different from who loves you.

I can still forgive you everything,

And I can still want to be in your arms,
Dreaming daydreams of watching clouds o’erhead,
Kissing your exquisite skin,
Tracing your perfect ribs
Watching your perfect nerves cause ripples, perfectly, under my perfected touch,
As my careful eyes watch you,
As your startled voice begs for mercy.

I can still forgive you everything.

I can still remember your truthful words
Asking me to be a part of your life, forever;
Asking for a deep and profound connection;
Asking me to give you everything;
Asking me to just be me.
Do you want to know the pain this distance caused?
Do you still want to run away?

I can still forgive you everything,

But do we need to cry forever, you and I?
Do our tears need to rain upon the world, a thousand raindrops
To wash away our pain – yours over every woman you’ve loved inadvertently;
Mine, over every beautiful love – and you! – I’ve inadvertently driven away?
At least we’re crying.
At least our hearts still spill some truth of you-and-me…
Or, at least, mine does, running rivers through the streets.

I can still forgive you everything…

And I’ll gradually forgive myself
For losing you.

Viscerally Undeniable

There are moments when the world seeps through,
Takes over my mind and claws at the glass walls of my heart
To take you from me.

There are rivers of the world’s blood that flood me,
That would carry you far away from my dreams
That would drench me in their memories of loves gone wrong.

There are days when the voices of the world
Mingle with yours, become yours, would be mine
To scream, to convince me we must not be…

And yet…

There are fires on your oily seas, my dear,
Aching to be quenched, to be put out;
And my soul-water’s tears and waves do nothing but spark and fan your flames….

There are nights and morns when you slip into me, viscerally
More than a thought, more than a dream,
Whispering unspoken words into the depths of me…

And I remember moments with you-and-me
When you would rest the everything in you with me,
When I would rest the everything in me with you…

And we were.
And it happened
Undeniably.