Everything couldn’t be more perfect. We play fight and tussle until we find ourselves in this position. It resembles me holding you. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you like it almost as much as I do. Neither one of us dare work our way from it. We sit there, hearts communicating. Having a conversation that our mouths wouldn’t dare discuss. That was it that was when I fell for you. I fell in love with you. Your heart told mine “I am ready to be yours without reservation”. Mine responded. We lay there drawn to each other. 1st date feeling like our honey moon. I was so convinced that this was something beyond beginners love. We lay there secluded in even though we were far from seclusion. We place a stamp on the over-flow of emotions with a kiss. And the eventually we would journey in and out, and in and out of time, space, and… It was so crystal clear that I was for you, and you were for me. My arms held you and my kissed consoled you. I love you, love.
We sit here, I can tell there is a lot on your mind from the way you hugged me. The part of me that is daring, reluctantly asked what was on your mind. As you spilled your heart to me I started to realize how unhappy you were. Your emotions were contorted. Immediately I was unhappy, because the source of your unhappiness wasn’t something I could fix. Instead it was something that was rooted deeply in your past. So, I sit back defenseless… Helpless. Watching it all fall apart right in front of me. I watched us get shot down in front of me, and I was strapped down, unable to shelter it. You… You love me so much that you would remain unhappy because you wanted us. Me, I am too selfless and in love with you to ever make you anything buy happy. With tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, we ended. Goodbye my lover.
Lying alone in this room, all that is missing is you. People fall in and out of love, a lot rooting from the same problem. I woke up in the middle of the night last night. I found myself griping my pillow too tight. Your scent always did linger. It drove me about a mile past insanity. I got up and washed the pillow cases, and slept on the couch that night. I woke up this morning and started to draw. Only I couldn’t find a color to color pain with. Blue crossed my mind. But I used it already to shade in “missing you”. Even then I couldn’t even get a picture of you to come out right. You should be here with me. My Phenomenal Woman, and I your Maya Angelou. Sitting in solitude going back in forward with not giving in completely, because I know how easy hearts break. But then neither one of us are fans of fighting out hearts. I stare at all I have left of you, and no matter how inanimate it is. She says, hush my baby, don’t you cry. I dry my eyes….
to be continued.
Jonesy
