I am here waiting for you
on the soft white sand of father's beach
and in open water, you float
thrashed by the waves

Do you remember your promise
on that fated early morning?
Whipped and judge by the Manta ray
to remember this in the light of day.

you know what *****?
waking up all alone in the morning, without him next to you.
you know what *****?
that all of his clothes you have doesn't smell like him anymore.
you know what *****?
no longer receiving forehead kisses and unexpected hugs.

it just ***** that you could spend all this time with someone you thought you'd marry, just to find out 5 years later that it wasn't going to work out.

if only, there was time.
if only, someone showed us a sign.
if only, we could have turned back time.

that's a lot of what-ifs to ponder, but I suppose it is what it is.

a love that was snatched from you in the blink of an eye even after the grieving phase is over, with explanations that you will never accept.

a love that was undeniably strong especially when you thought the two of you would be forever.

Roses are red
The skies are all grey
It's been 8 years
And I'm STILL not okay.
(I promise)

Last night we had passion
We were as we once we're
those nights when we were
enough
those nights we were
as one
it was all we needed
we gave each other
the love we desired
we shared without a word
our eyes said all we needed
as we looked at each other
We were enough

© Jennifer L DeLong
12/08/2020

We be given to you
a will in ancient way
slept to the memory of open mind
in the rush and temper of tongue and fire
we dwell in the heat of a white wolves cry
as lamb be's birth brazen and naked on the spit of life

gentle eyes pierce the sky within the fold of skin
collected to sight on the razor sharp ray of sun
coloured to the souls velvet underground
brittle to the bones burn
no turning away in the no return

between sun rise
and sunset
there is a passing
sun ray over the
horizon
apart from,
sky darkness and
the sunlight bring
bluish of the sky