A Shade of Love ~ A thought that is now Done.
I am as much the author
As she is the muse
But we are neither the story
Nor the song
Nor the tragedy
We are ripples
A strand of lightning against the contrast of the day
We are simply a moment
Something that has passed
Magic taken for granted
The coin from your ear
That you dropped in a wishing well
With the same faith as a dying man’s prayer this morning
The I love you’s that you never spoke to the people you should have reminded
It is not forgetting you that has become my past
It was ever letting you become the next chapter in my book
The sands of time dissolving into lines of lead
What is written
Remains as much alive to the man who scribed it
No matter how many times you burn it.
The thought dances melancholy between
The day I heard a poet tell me “ you can’t fuck them all”
And the day after
I packed my bags and told karma
That I was leaving the one that loved me for the one I liked
So she left the door open, knowing I would be back
And she would be gone by the time I returned,
All I found were the keys by the fridge with a list that read
“This is the recipe for what you need, not what you want”
Crack the shell of your skin,
keep your smile in your pocket and only offers it if she shows you hers
You are not searching for the sweetness in her eyes or her kiss,
But in the moment she speaks,
And reminds you that you are human, and you are not alone.
Never offer flowers to mend the heart.
They will wither with longing,
She will eventually expect them to remind her of your absence every time you leave.
Do not expect timing to be on your side.
Expect only that you must make time.
You will know content and trust her lips only under the kiss of your first promise.
The day before knelt on her toe,
The day after you danced in the rain.
This, is all your need.
When you finally allow yourself into her arms.
When she makes you the better man you are.
That when she hums in her sleep she is calling you to come save her from a night mare.
When she smiles towards he left cheek, do not wake her. She rarely gets a chance to dream.