The day of Tomorrow

May 04, 2004 20:48

It's beautiful down here. I lay on the hammock all day. The water is a rich aqua. It's as clear as glass, that opens a door to another world. The palm trees are tall and splendid, as their palms sway in the tropical breeze that leaves the taste of coconut in your mouth. The warm sand is a white satin that falls between your toes and tickles your feet, as you can feel the intricate grains of sand.
Everything is so wonderful, but it would be perfect if you were here. It's so hard to think of how I had you and let you go. Knowing that you already have another love makes me cringe. I wonder if you ever think of me anymore. Because you're always in my thoughts and you even follow me in my dreams.
I can't take it anymore. Being away from you has slowly been killing me inside.I miss the warmth of your touch. The way you looked into my eyes and everything seemed alright. You would take away the pain of the world and just hold me in your arms. I never wanted you to let me go. Sorry that I wasted your time...but that is what I needed. I often ask myself if we were supposed to meet later. Would it have been different then? I am here today gone tomorrow. I can't just do one thing because I just think about how it used to be.
I cry at night as the sound of the waves put me to sleep. I only wish that I could have been the one waking up by your side. To feel your lips with my fingertips as you stare into my eyes and tell me that you love me. To know you have a wife that can watch you sleep, while you hold her as I once was held by you in the same arms. It's hard to just sit back and say everything happens for a reason...but it's true because I was the reason that you gave up. And I don't blame you, I would of probably ended up doing the same. Now I sit alone without a trouble in the world but that's not how I wanted it to be. While you're loving and being loved, I sit here just loving you.
I'm here in paradise with no one to talk to and nobody to hold. Now the only thing I'm left with is what I wanted from the beginning...time.

By:Carla Ruiz De Chavez
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