A Loss For Words

I wish I could say that I’ve missed you,
That the days passed by without the thought of you,
That no one has mentioned your name,
Or asked me how you were doing.

I wish I could say that I need you,
Like the air I need to breath,
But since I can’t see you,
And I can’t touch you,
The flame of my desire faces its extinction;
It is my sincerest hope that life rids me of your smug existence.

For a person that has been dead to me for so long,
It pains my heart to realize I can’t escape the memory of you,
The manner in which you permeate my surroundings
And my day to day experiences
Is not only unfair but daunting.

How am I supposed to shed the love we felt,
The passion in each kiss?
How am I going to forgive that which cannot be forgiven or spoken about?
Is it to late for us?
For me?

I lie on the floor, emotionally naked and broken,
Sobbing and trembling with rage.
In my arms you found solace
And understanding,
Yet you willingly and swiftly set me aside to spare yourself the action of comforting me.
Your cold heart made of precious stone glimmered like obsidian in the moonlight,
Your lips softly begged me to go away forever.
Coward!

I will never forget the day I met you,
For it was the same day that I lost you.
Cursed are those who receive your affection,
Destroyed by the distrust you give to those who win your admiration.
I’d rather die than continue to contemplate the mystery that was you,
If it wasn’t for the fact that our paths may meet again,
And I may have your love once more.

One can dream…