Nostalgia

I miss you,

So much so, my soul bleeds to

think about you.

I pay a token for a broken heart to

recall an image of you.

Even now,

just a glimpse,

is enough to test my mettle.

To intrude upon my senses,

damn near decimate my mental.

Instead,

I pick up a pencil.

to carve out the words i dare not

speak, least I find that what I

Leak in truth, is more than I can

handle.

In time that I might find some

peace.

A piece of Peace of mind at least.

A sign to ease the pending grief.

A sprouting leaf on a Barren tree,

A speck of Hope in a budding

petal.. .

For now though,

I’m stable.

I stay able

Enough to hang tough upon that

last straw waiting to snap the

back of my camel…

To tell you what I need to now,

For all the times when I’m not

able.

(So cards on the table..)

I’m pissed off you’re gone.

I mean, my brain can understand

it but my heart believes it is

wrong.

Or maybe that was the moral

of the story all along.

A nod to the common knowledge

‘the best of us are sooner gone‘.

Words that bear a burden when

it’s we that must be strong.

To hold on to a speck of light,

when darkness steals my sun.

“Life is short”

“Time is long..”

Yes, we were raised aware that

our paths are predetermined long

before we are born…

So maybe you’re not really gone,

just returned to the great beyond..

( You can sleep peacefully with

people nagging on and on..)

A smile of tears,

‘Cos I can hear your laugh deep

within my soul.

‘ Son becomes the father‘,

Guess Your lessons found a

home…

So where ever I may roam.

I’ll look to the teachings

you ingraved onto my bones.

To find laughter in my pain

And bloom a smile admist my

woes..

To innately love my being so I

never feel alone.

The more I think about it, the

more I wonder if you’d already

seen the future, so all the while,

you were trying to ease the blow.

I guess that was always the goal.

If all the world’s a stage,

Earth angel was your perfect role.

A Shepherd to the flock to help

lead them

to the fold.

northern star, guiding us to find our

way safely home.

But still you had to go..

and Lord knows we still feel the

hole.

So much so, the path to closure

has proved to be a heavy toll.

They say “Time heals”,

but the deal is

“seal the wound”,

“not fill the hole”.

So we grew old enough to be

strong enough to bear the load.

But you’re a lost limb,

I adapted, but never feel as whole.

And so it goes

The wound becomes a scar that

tells a tale of once upon a happy

time.

Memories turn to dreams of how

things would be if you were

alive…

That’s where my token expires,

Silence gathering, never peeking

like the tears in my eyes.

Just another year of you being

Out of sight and forever on

my mind.

We miss you..