My heart is torn to pieces Millions of pieces Shattering Like an immense mirror Falling from a ten-story building To the cold and bitter ground.
Nothing, not even magic Could reassemble those broken pieces Into their original state. For what could heal The loss of the love of a lifetime? The loss of a best friend, a lover, a partner And my soulmate...
In losing you, I lost my life That life which now is meaningless Empty Insipid
Only the night sweeps me away in its huge, unforgiving, and comforting wings Torturing yet calming me down Tearing and grinding those tiny invisible pieces Plaguing me with dreams Of you, my lost love.
Every calming yet electrifying touch of your hand Every passionate, lingering or savory kiss Every warm and comforting embrace Every look filled with love, caring and compassion Every shape, line and texture of your face A mental picture Forever embedded in my mind Your thin red tantalizing lips Your beautiful shining expressive blue eyes Your powerful soothing caring arms Your exquisitely sculpted body Every kind and understanding expression of your face Every serious, light or intelligent conversation Every joke, every attempt at humor Making me laugh or smile or cry Every cold and long night I spent in your arms Warmed, comforted and cared for from dusk till dawn Every short or long adventurous voyage to places unknown and now shared for the first time, together Everything races through my mind Like a runaway train Ravaging my heart Ceaselessly Rendering it blissfully happy For the moment until-- The sudden, cruel, bitter awakening To reality Bringing with it the realization that
Never will I see your beautiful face again Never will I feel the touch of your hand again Or your warm and strong embrace Never will I hear your melodious voice singing the symphony of our forgotten and long-gone love Never will I see your beautiful expressive eyes Staring back at mine With such love, such caring, such insight Staring into my soul--an open book To solely my one and only Never will I hear those sacred and cherished words Rolling off your telling tongue and knowing you meant them wholeheartedly.
From the depths of my innermost being There is a silent and excruciating scream Of the ruthless and all-too-powerful pain Which envelops me Bringing me to my knees Tearing my entrails Inside out And which leads to complete destruction Of self, of past, of present, of future.
October 31st, 1999 |
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