So, it's done. I watched closely as those beautiful eyes disappeared into the darkness. Time slowed to a complete crawl. I stood in that spot for mere minutes, and it felt like many hours.
One day I will surely make my way back home. One day, these events will be nothing but a bitter-sweet memory. But until then, I will return to this spot in my mind on a daily basis. Watching. Waiting.
I am not one who loves easily. One of only a select few men that do not possess a daily lust for any member of the opposite sex. 'Twas not lust, but love. Love so divine and pure I had for her. I craved her soft touch. Her graceful kiss. Her wise words. I craved all these and more on a near daily basis.
If things were to not work out, I would surely be devastated. I would become reclusive for weeks. Like a tortoise or a clam, encased in its protective shell.
I would eventually see it fit to return to the fray. Flowers wouldn't smell as sweet. The sun wouldn't shine as bright. Life wouldn't be quite so easy or entertaining, but it would be possible. I would become a different man, but I would still be very much alive.
So, my love, I say farewell. Farewell for now, or forever. That decision is entirely up to you.
2 comments:
mate poetry made me cry harder than a lactating mum's on tit's squirt milk on christmas day, cheers snackies
Very nice, thanks for the defiling comment :)
Har! Just kidding. Your humour is always refreshing.
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