Always

I try not to know – hateful of myself
for the delusion
Straight up, bite the spoon, take the pain
and then – the sadness…

I grieve without right.
Each time I deny the connection
call it false; wishful thinking
that thread tied into my heart tugs
and I feel it once again…

How can one who has no soul
no belief of such a thing
ever acknowledge a soul mate?
But I do – I cannot deny it.

And he; something ails him.
I am certain, and he is guarded.

Never can I run to his side,
look into his eyes -
I peer into his heart,
and find him, curiously,
buried within my own.

My touch is there
my hand extended
but he faces away
Is he trying to close a door
where none exists?
A doorway, I will ever keep open
should he have thought
or heart to seek,
I shall be here
waiting for him to find me
once again,
and Always.

Lin Cava
14-September-2013