I was hesitant at first to tell you and a little scared to admit it,  but when I really thought about it,  one statement rang true

"Love is not time"

and that is what really stuck with me.

And this love that I hold now is for you

I can't even believe how you hate me now. I literally watched and admired you all my adolescent years with nothing but love and respect for you, and now you can't even stand the sight of me.
My crush.

I watched you grow and change, watched you be in love with other men and even waited for a time when I wouldn't be leading you away from a path by which you would be more suitably rewarded.
My love.

But despite all of this,  I still couldn't offer you enough. I "wrecked" everything.
And yet I had never tried so hard to be the best that you could have in all my life
My family.

I failed you. And now also
Myself..

I'm sorry you couldn't understand the love that I had tried so furvently to share with you. I had hoped that things could be better than this.

But alas...

Perhaps you'll hear me now as a passing traveler's blessing...

As I say for the last time: good bye my friend,
"I hope you find you're looking for out there"

Where are you?

I'm sure you can't of gone far...



But it's the anticipation that gets me...

Every time!



I just don't know what to do with myself I guess

But would finding you really make that feeling go away?



(Or will we both just be feeling it?)


Possibly now worsened by the presence of company

Or magnified with the abundance of misdirection??


These feelings make me antsy

So much that when I look to my surroundings and try to feel you, I become lost again



I want to walk through the empty street calling your name

To which of course I will find no reply



No scampering shadows in open doorways or looming wisp of hair by the window sill...

I just want to find you



To cry out My love! My love! I've found you!

But where will we go when I do?



I just don't know

But still...



**I miss you

Their eyes to the loose soil
  
Nobody says a word
  
Cries of anguish deep inside
  
But not a whimper is heard
  
Aching for the other half...
  
Left here alone to walk the path...
  
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
  
All are gone except for one
  
A single rose clutched in one hand
  
He kneels down to touch the ground
  
Placing his hand upon the stone...
  
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
  
Amiss without.
  
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born son
  
No longer here to lighten the load...
  
Taken from him, to her new abode
  
A prayer on the wind of summer's breath
  
Carried to the heavens, wishing for death...
  
A broken man his hand does shake
  
A rose left which no hand can take
  
Words forgotten never meant so much...
  
As his cheek caressed by a lover's touch
  
I love you never seems enough
  
When it is your heart that has been snuffed...

I yearn for the day that I may relish this glorious triumph with someone I truly love

Standing on pedestals that we would put each other on with our own romantic lusting

Flawless in the eyes of one another

I will share the world with you
~
In the eternity that we create
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