As long as there is breath in my bones I promise you will never be alone Whether at your side or from afar I love you for who you are Let me be your strength at night Even when I'm out of sight Let this thought aid in following through My heart is always with you
What dreams may come; they darken still Memories tear at my weakened will Your face, your joy, tell me true You hold that he is the one for you My heart, my soul, the constant ache For opportune chances I did not take Two years gone by since my confession A scorched eternity of loving obsession Each day regret for choices made For vows I kept when I should have strayed So I face love left unspoken An empty pedestal reluctantly broken Someday we'll stand eye-to-eye, toe-to-toe With passion tempered, I'll need you to know - My focus was clear, my intentions were true - All said & done, I believe you were the one - Because my life, my world, my soul - Are nothing without you . . . I miss you, My Love.
Playing off Beautifully Broken's "Exhausted" on HelloPoetry
There are noxious nights when the buried blade in my heart twists tight, driving me to despair. I find myself at - the ridges of reason - the shoals of sorrow - the heights of hope diving down to the depths of darkness excavating every cadaverous corner of my mind. I am searching for a beacon to guide me back to her. It is then that I realize the truth ... 🕯Appo Deepo Bhava 🕯
Each instance of abscence is an empty eternity. Sometimes I feel I only exist to remember why I love her. My thoughts wander widely as each well- worn way I travel leads me past echoes of her. They deafen me. Gilded memories with polished patinas from the fabric of my life. Their luster still illuminates the hope I hold.
Inspired by ZZ's "Far Away" on HelloPoetry (in "A Place for Sharing" collection)
I see you everywhere in the voids between the seconds. In solitude, in crowds, and I've grown Reluctantly comfortable with the habit Of ignoring your absence. But there are inescapable moments Doing life's most banal burdens When I'm overcome By a spectre of a sense that never was And I drown in the sense that never will be.