I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Forest Of The Moon
I can't remember what it felt like to be in love with you. I just know that something's missing.
I know you're not around anymore, but I still check everywhere you used to work, just in case. Each time I feel like I've left something behind, only to remember being left behind.
The vibration is quieting, resonance dampened, heart increasingly unable to cloze on what's beautiful or filter chaos and noise. The latter two sound as true to your sensibilities as the former. It wouldn't be fair to say what's missing is you. And so I must continue to learn to accept what feels like death as something more impersonal,yet to be defined (after I stop crying). You...just be you. It's all we can do, be true to what and who we are.
i'm beginning to think that love was something else entirely. or maybe it wasn't. maybe you just hurt so badly that it's easier for me to claim it wasn't love. so that my heart doesn't have to be re-stitched yet again..
if you can't remember, i will help you how... and why.
ReplyDeleteyou can't remember but you know it'll be remembered.
ReplyDeleteI know you're not around anymore, but I still check everywhere you used to work, just in case. Each time I feel like I've left something behind, only to remember being left behind.
ReplyDeleteThe vibration is quieting, resonance dampened, heart increasingly unable to cloze on what's beautiful or filter chaos and noise. The latter two sound as true to your sensibilities as the former. It wouldn't be fair to say what's missing is you. And so I must continue to learn to accept what feels like death as something more impersonal,yet to be defined (after I stop crying). You...just be you. It's all we can do, be true to what and who we are.
ReplyDeleteI'm in love with God and nothing has ever been so bright :)
ReplyDeletei'm beginning to think that love was something else entirely. or maybe it wasn't. maybe you just hurt so badly that it's easier for me to claim it wasn't love. so that my heart doesn't have to be re-stitched yet again..
ReplyDeleteI felt like this endlessly,
ReplyDeleteLike flowers bloomed, and torn from my heart.
You still have the reflection of the moon,
Even if it's gone.
exactly what it feels like.. just a nameless, inexplicable void.
ReplyDeleteI guess that's the last time I can be Frank, here?
ReplyDeleteNothing's missing. You are with me always. I carry you in my heart.
ReplyDeleteYou can't remember but you know how it feels, somehow.
ReplyDeleteIt felt like walking on sunshine even if there was nothing but hard snow under my feet. But this ain't really important anymore.
ReplyDelete'coz that feeling of you not being here makes me wonder how much love i have for you.
ReplyDelete