I Wish, Sometimes

I could write what I feel,

I mean,

completely,

not just the words that sound

right,

rather I would cherish

the opportunity to state my mind,

what happens when a world is crushed

we are left to pick up the pieces

but they lay there

strewn about the psyche

for hours, day, this will be weeks

when I might finally

look back

and see the beauty,

even more elegance than I may see right now,

when I can see the

reality,

not the

fantasy.

 

I do so wish I could speak my mind,

instead of what I believe she might want to hear,

though that matters little anymore,

she doesn’t wish for anything

that is a reminder,

only the reasons why not.

 

Oh it might be sad to imagine,

love lost,

unrequited passion,

left in the hands of judgment,

no fault being tallied about,

and the sadness endured,

after all,

I cannot really say what I want to say,

here …

 

Take this burden off of my hands

and let me recall the silent dullness

that has defined my existence

forever,

until,

well one day she did,

and I’ve not been able to forget,

and wish never to lose the moment,

when she did,

she would

walk freely into my hands,

my eyes, my smile, my simple existence

 

drawn to survive in the memory of her.


~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~

to Zelda

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