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
