The Emotional Being

Yesterday

2009-12-18T19:23:00.000-08:00

Watching the sun dance in mid-afternoon

His arms resting around my waist

Yesterday-30 years ago

Broken Woman

2009-12-04T06:18:00.000-08:00

How do I forget
let go of your hand
and find another

What was it about the taste of your lips
that left me here waiting for your return

In my devastation I have lost the woman I was
she no longer exists
Her bags were packed
and her memory erased

When did things change
When did your hands stop loving me
and become cannons of color

So many questions...
My friends say, "Move on, forget him,
find someone that loves you."
It is here I must ask, "Didn't you?"

Where did all those nights go
and what did they mean
if all I have left of you are
open wounds that stop me from breathing

I can not remember what it is like to be held by anymore

nor can I place the last time I heard I love you

or recall a day I have not lived in fear

Because of you, I am now a builder of walls made of pain and anger
An invisible soul that has disappeared and become what you wanted
A Broken woman

Somber Moments

2009-09-14T13:12:00.000-07:00

So many days have passed
And I can still feel you beside me
The warm sun of summer is fading
And soon winter will come
The days of you and me will drift into the water
And I will be left sitting here in the autumn drenched trees
Retracing you fingertips from the last time you touched me

My lips will once more be seduced by what use to kiss them
And my arms will feel content, for they too will have forgotten, if only for a moment, that you are gone
When night falls I will reach for you knowing you’re not there, but hoping I am only dreaming
My eyes will close and I will return to childhood clicking my heels three times …
Whispering …
I am not alone
I am not alone
I am NOT alone

But in the end...
My bed, that use to be ours, will be empty
Your beautiful skin will no longer be beside me

And when I wake, your smile will, like you, have gone.