Blueskye27

thousands of  wasted words and still      no poems

my joy in you  was short lived my sorrow   everlasting

the road beckons and I will answer I will ride Highway 65 until my gas money gives out and leave my tired Buick in a soft ditch with the kudzu I'll walk until I find a place that touches me – a soft patch of cool grass with a view of the whole big sky – a quiet place where I can lay myself down and no longer weep with weariness the stars will shine down from the sea of night and I'll smile when I close my eyes knowing I can now run on forever

it's not the eggs or milk or bread that I'm after it's the sound lonely is quiet and when the silence screams I must fill it with other people's noise

he's gone ever searching for greener pastures and she droops like a flower in the rain waiting again for his return

he's good to me we eat at nice places and never argue he's gentle in bed but he isn't you we lived on peanut butter, ramen noodles and the world faded when you came into view disappeared utterly when you took me in your hands he loves me you almost killed me with your leaving but if you roared back into my world tomorrow he'd be forgotten by the time we reached the highway

since you've gone your memory lay upon my world like a shadow across the sun a point of impenetrable darkness for which there is no remedy

some nights, dreams aren't enough when the ache runs deep, I need more than remembered embraces, imagined trysts, more than hopes of tomorrow, next week, next year I want the truth of your bulk beside me when I turn in the dark, the reality of warm skin not my own, the unknowing of lonely but you're not here (and no one else   will do) so I will toss and turn in the cold arms of my dreaming once more

Resistance weakens. Perhaps it is I needing more than you can give. Fear arises from desire denied. Love helps us leave fear behind.

It might have happened, the moment might have blossomed, but you drew away. Forgive me, but you beckoned with eyes that needed too much.