Maybe you said it once
And breathed it quietly in my ear
As we sat in your freezing car
Parked in front of the library
The roads were slick
But you were slicker
Handing out compliments like candy

Maybe you said it a couple of times
Over and over on the telephone
As we both laughed into the receiver
Me picturing your smile with every word
The connection was weak
But I was weaker
Falling head first into you

Maybe you said it a thousand times
And held my face in your hands
As we laid in that twin sized bed
Your body pressed against my own
The room was warm
But you were warmer
Moving for the first time in sync

But maybe you never said it at all
Or at least you never meant it
As you said this was the last time
Standing on the other side of the room
The air was heavy
But I felt heavier
Fracturing me piece by piece

She is a vibrant being,
radiating color and life,
Until the tears start flowing,
and wash the color away.

Dilapidated tears evaporated,
         where days descended
one by one like dead leaves
                    falling day by day.

A celebration of agonizing
     desolation where this aging
of youth was culpable to silence.
Candles engraved with fleeting dejection.

With every breath,
          years were extinguished.
beyond the grasp if youthful
                               understanding.

But we gather our days and realise
     that even though were vacant
of smiles now, there will be a time
of  celebration, where your surrounded
                                 with faithful friendships.

Your word are like a
collapsed
               lung.

Deflated and of
                little worth.

Let actions  speak more than
Exhaled breaths,
               not even gasped upon.

I wanted to live a life of my own,
From the onset of reason,
Til nothing seems feasible;
To whatever age must come,
I have lived a life of my own.
And loved the love of my life.
No child such a mother,
No husband such a wife.
I've lived a life of my own,
Not alone and alone,
This life's loves are settled
In her home, her home,
And her home.
Never alone,
In this life of my own.