Missing Us

Alekskya
Jul 21, 2013 6:19AM

I wandered the empty parks, normally filled with joyous shouts and  laughter seemingly now just lines that appear as upon paper - tick marks.

I wandered the favorite shop for where ice cream we did stop in Woodbury at The Mood, now seems it has latched on to me and shattered my joy, even to spoiling even the taste of the smallest bite of food.

I sought refuge in Breezy Point, where I hiked to its Tip, wondered would you weep if upon its edge my foot did slip.

Fire Island as on a beach you lay back with your hair spread like angels wings upon the noon day sand.

My fingers traced the curve of your face, now seeing nothing more than hints of your beauty, vague images - I hurriedly quit this place.

To the Sunken Forest I flee now shattered heart perhaps in a mire I might bury your memory and myself too, even the quicksand tells me with the burden of my misery - I will not have any of you.

Where to turn, in the alleys of West Babylon I went looking for fights, my visage must be terrible as even the thugs made excuse to be out of my sight.

This to receive as near as I must a punishment for my slight of you.

Would not the oceans depths claim me as as a permanent friend, would not your love slice through the ribbons of my self induced chagrin.

Perhaps back to Fire Island and its lighthouse, stoic and tall perhaps a favorite of lovers who seek darkness but some light, as upon my chest you snuggled and giggled from earthly delight.

Perhaps a pick of the lock then another and another if my imagination holds true,

scrambling towards the top as the mighty light turns unlocking the window and upon the round I do stand,

as before me lay sand embraced by water so cold and deep - during day so peaceful and blue, now, like the love in my heart lacking - filled with holes like worm infested wood.

Perhaps you  misunderstood my joy of a chanced meeting with a newly found - thought lost, or perhaps the distance does, at least for the time, lay claim upon two souls.

I see a dark abyss where once a beautiful light shown - your face i see captured beauty,

your eyes a radiant goodness burning as pure as the sun,

your lips beckon to meld and for that moment be as one,

your hair as throw or roof that accepts my face or covers us both with its beauty,

your ears that accepted my nibbles, muted soft pleas of love and were there to comfort my doubts,

your hands found the best I could offer, while I caressed and kissed yours,

your love that I valued and depended upon for strength, for steadfast support that was strong for your heart when it weakened,

your resolve as you stood by me before as we sought to make a difference in our crumbling world,

your power to heal my heart when it was broken, or massage it to health when it faltered from sorrow.

Perhaps all that is needed as the powerful divide of the light plunged me into darkness - a quick step,  hold my breath as the embrace of sand brings forth my final sleep.

Alekskya
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