It's About You
You walked out of my life, leaving me only a hole a memory and a hope. Your dance begins again winging your way towards horizons obscured drawn by inner needs cutting a swath deep into my heart drawing my breath tearing me apart. Only when you said you were going did I understand what you'd come to mean to a man of unravelling tethers ready again to begin to dream. It was self defense that caused me to sever my thoughts leaving you to be as you must wishing you back Tears falling only within, hidden to all. Wishing you away, never to tangle me in your web spun freely within my imagination entrapping me from the past reminding me daily of the pain you wrought. Yet, those rememberances beckon to me still. drawing me in drawing me down wishing your touch and your ever present smile. Wanting even the mere presense of your beauty, and your style. Can you understand, the visions you project nightly, images of your face reminding me intoxicating me with memories of your grace.
© Dave Lawson, 2001