But you can't because you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
I saw a photo of your beautiful face
With deep green eyes
Scruffy chin and sides
Light brown hair
But sadness from within
I looked deeply
You beckoned me
Called me and asked if I remembered
Of course I do
Every bit
All of it
The intensity
The turmoil
The ache and yearning of my heart
The want of us
Close
Forever
Always
As one
Always did I belong to someone else and not you. I wanted you. But you didn't let me. My heart broke and I fell into that deep dark place that is still my shadow. If only. But I'll never know. In all this life and the next I'll never know. You are my one and only question. My unanswered wonderment. My green-eyed lover.
It's obvious, I'm no longer in pain, but more like in a place of nostalgia, for what we had because you understood, everything. My love, my hapless romantic, my heart.
Your SB.
I am writing this blog, to help bring comfort and sanity, to a broken heart, due the loss of my soul-mate. This is all in remembrance of his life and the profound love, we had for one another.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
A Year In Rearview
We are are so far from one another now, that I no longer feel you next to me. To whisper your name feels foreign and vague; just like I'm whispering in the wind. There no longer is substance.
It's hard for me to move on. It will
always be hard for me to move past you. You will forever remain young, while I propell into old age. I will remember you, your masculinity, strength, ability to love me and be free, with the wind, sun and rubber on the pavement.
Goodnight my love 2014 has gone by. I've learnt you passed, one year ago. It has been too long.
It's hard for me to move on. It will
always be hard for me to move past you. You will forever remain young, while I propell into old age. I will remember you, your masculinity, strength, ability to love me and be free, with the wind, sun and rubber on the pavement.
Goodnight my love 2014 has gone by. I've learnt you passed, one year ago. It has been too long.
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