This is the only way of truly expressing...the story of meeting That Person...and then losing them because they were already someone else's.....
I hear your crying,
your tears crash with mighty howls.
My heart is seizing and tearing at itself.
It screams its lament
of love so easily given and taken.
My memories well within my eyes,
replicas of the tears you shed,
the ones I hear from behind this locked door.
so sure of their intent,
searching for my stable hand.
Your head resting upon my chest,
so whole and unstained.
Your voice in the darkness.
Why are you sorry?
Our eyes met from muscles contracting beneath our skin.
Our hearts clutched one another from the will of heaven.
you were a dream.
weren't you just a dream?
This is a script.
A cruel scribble of lines
dictating the lives of those insuperior.
I feel as if I could tear up those wretched pages,
shred the smell of your skin
and the sound of your voice.
I want to eliminate the evidence.
But it is there,
upon your brow,
where my only kiss was placed and branded.
"Would you kill me?"
Fierce and forceful affection,
my lips meet your skin.
Your lips are so far away.
You look up at me,
between our touching brows.
A final goodbye.
Cover my ears,
block out the howl of your torturous tears.