Jul 20, 2016 16:30
that space, that place,
that center of my chest, on top of your chest
on top of three stories, on top of the world,
on top of a timeless, limitless place of consciousness;
was never meant to be yours.
The space in my brain, where my critical
self and love meet is where you have been on layaway.
dusty, and out of fashion, still.
I would pick you up, and we would transcend
high in the sky in a place we'd never know,
just to be
a few seconds
with me.
Today my full whole heart
saved me without my knowledge and
gave you away,
freed up space on my shelf and
blew the dust bunnies to the ground.
And now its like a bike
on your seventh birthday
ear to ear, happy and free,
you can soar into someone else's sky.
I waved at you from afar,
Good Bye Old Friend, I smiled
full well knowing
you'd never hear me.
Until the next time,
or maybe until never.
Our Sunset is here and
We must ride
into our forever
golden light.
Cindy C.
072016