Tag: missing you

The Death of C & S

Feels different, now:
Feels empty, like we’re both hiding some dirty secret.

You won’t look me in the eyes;
I can’t smile at you, and

I don’t want to lie to you.

We were children, for a moment.
We were happy for days,
Two friends across a room,
Two strangers giving love

For nothing more than a common simplicity.

No one cared but us.
No one demanded of us.
No one really knew, but us.

It feels different now.
It tastes different now,

Like stale bread,
Like spoilt milk,
Like turned fish.

I don’t like it;
And, I think,

Neither do you.

Photo ©2015 MLM

Shades of Light

I may not need you
To make me happy;
I may not need you
To give me beauty;
I may not need you
To give me love;
I may not need you
To show me the way…

But without you
I am without you,
Without your particular happiness
To meld with mine,
Without your particular beauty
To behold in awe,
Without your particular shade of love
That embraces the world in different ways,
Without your ways
To watch in mirthful, childish wonder and adore.

Without you…

I may not be alone…

But we do not share the same moments anymore.
We do not share the same shade,
We do not watch the same cloud,
We do not warm under the the same sun rays.

And I cannot look at you,
And it is hard to impress my love upon you,
And it is only in the ether that I may embrace you…

Is it true
That you no longer wish to look upon me,
That you disdain my ways
That once you adored?

I may not need you,
But I need to know
The truth.

Misty Morns of Autumn

I woke to the fog that lingers still
hanging breathlessly ‘tween earth and sky
a blanket ‘round every leaf and twig
nestling in white-grey as I wish I could into you.

I remember those days and nights.
They haunt me, seep into my skin like this cool, damp air,
clouding my thoughts, moistening my eyes
and I beg for some kind, warm embrace.

“Look nowhere else, but inside of you
for all your heart’s desire”?
I find a flame growing, a raging heat
still and silent as the tangerine leaves.

I remember you; I remember us.
I can feel you still, embracing me
I can feel your blue-white flickering flame
Aching to burn hotter with me.

And still the coolness of now slips round my calves;
still the chilled reality of now sings its resonance.
There is no you in this mulled existence;
there is only this languid persistence.

When, in the night or day, I slip into your mind
Do you yearn, or turn away?
Do you yet slip silently into desire, coach its movements
into regretful, agonized explicatives?

Are we tied, now, by nothing but this creative imagining?
Are we yet tied by nothing but this type of love?
I miss the ripples of your tender skin,
the agonized sensitivity to my energies.

Lift this cloud; help me blow it away
with heat or rain, with tears or love;
or, mind, let me accept this uncomfortable space,
sip it like chilled water on a winter’s day.

-Prologue-

…And then the sun shines through the mist
alighting mist and leaves, alike;
and then, the world is a mystery;
our fantasy begins again.