still dark
at 4:23
am: restless.
my cell
phone tells
me you
didn’t call
Didn’t text
didn’t reach
through space
toward me.
eerily familiar.
not one
for demise
of relationship
poems, my
mind catalogues
instead all
we have
and haven't
done together
and separately
fifty four
months invested.
sometimes love
is just
not enough
to keep
woven hearts
holding hands
shared memories
boldly intact.
emotional souvenirs
held close,
microscopically examined.
necessary tears
wash the
slate clean
all that
remains is
the final
good bye,
the last
god Be
with You.
It's beautiful, thank you!
Posted by: Fida | February 19, 2014 at 03:51 AM