It is hard to lose someone who at times knows you better than you know yourself.. After reading "Chesty's" post, I remembered all those times I would just take her in.. Awake before her in the morning, and watch her sleep.. Brush her hair back from her face.. Think about how I had to be the luckiest guy in the world.. One of the best parts was that we didnt "need" each other.. We wanted each other.. With every last ounce of ourselves.. I have an old trunk I kept our memories in.. It is full of wonderful memories, painful memories, our memories.. And I tell you now, it has been years since I walked away from her.. But if I could put those memories in a glass, I would drink from it daily, my thirst never quinched.. I have been with others, and at times even thought I knew love again.. But it wasnt.. I keep my faith though.. I think to myself " imagine how absolutely wonderful that girl is going to be when you finally meet her ".. I know she is out there.. Blues Traveler sings a verse in one of their songs that goes like this " Whoever she is now, or whoever she'll become, I'm asking her to hurry please, if she's walking, could she run ".... Following suit here, I am going to include this poem I wrote :
In a swirling centered moon
We should sit like no tomorrow
Scan the horizon
For something new
Or old
Or just different
Sit, slipping on out own
Inconsistancy
We might wilt
Or shine
This time is sacred
Something like a memory
That should be kept
Because someday
It may be more beautiful
Than light...
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