I wish I had the words to describe what you meant to me.
But, right now, my diction fails me.
What a curse it is to remain silent in this moment,
Where the opportunity is present
And the time is ripe
And my opening is beyond available.
And, as quickly as it appeared
My chance vacates
And I’m back where I began
Waiting for a moment
To repeat the past.

I patiently await the rain
But I can’t force something
That simply isn’t coming

I want the flood to come
And wash away the debris
I’m ready for the clouds
To drown out the sun’s glow
And keep everything locked away

I want to feel the enticing warmth
Of reparations still to come
But to accept this happiness
Would be to admit defeat

So in this misery
I must remain
For this dreadful equilibrium
Is all that keeps me grounded
And anchored to reality

Oh how magnificent must be the feeling
Of basking in the warmth of another.
To feel the undying passion
And mesmerising warmth of another life
Would be a true blessing,
One which is deserved by all
But enjoyed by few.
But why must this elusive club remain so clandestine?
Clearly, this unbridled joy must act to dampen our stresses
And brighten our lives
But still it remains a delicacy
Which is not to be taken with ease.
But, were it an easy game to play,
Would it still hold its value in our hearts and minds?
Only in its absence,
It would seem,
Can we truly appreciate its presence.
And so it eludes me
For no reasonable that can be easily discerned.
I hope to one day find that joy,
And for my haunted ravings
Of hollow days and nights
To be rendered moot
As I finally bask in that warm glow.