Letters to the Dead: 6

There is a timelessness
to loss. For every two steps
forward, I seem to fall

so far behind.
In unguarded eyes, I see
blame no greater than my own.

Friends surround me,
yet I am alone. Bereft
of my companion soul.

In the space between dreams,
I have felt your touch and known
the reality of your love.

It's my fault you're gone.
When no one can see,
I glare at reflections

making your face my own.
When no one's listening,
I call out your name,

wishing. In dreams,
I search for you desolate,
lost in endless mazes.

(c) April 4, 2005 Lucidscreamer