a cryptic letter to myself.
Standing on the brink of separation you try fruitlessly to capture some meaning in those final moments before you have to say goodbye forever; before the sky darkens and the last pages in this chapter of your life, are folded into the past. Time slips by like a theif in the night, stealing away those precious few days of unrequited attachment and closeness, squandering them on insatiable emotions like panic and grief. They are dead to me.
The pain they talk about in movies, where merely a glimpse of love across the park is carried and amplified with every beat of your heart - pounding, pumping blood tainted with regret, at last understood. Love, leaving forever, and goodbye, lost from your lips, on the wind and in the depths of time - ironically just out of earshot. I don't even know if it was love, an emotional attachment to a word I don't fully understand. After all, how can such things be.
There is pain also, in knowing that there is nothing I can do, no one to whom I can turn, no solice of understanding or recognition. Change is innevitable, but I need to know if silence is too.
Goodbye, fallen on deaf ears. You will never know it, and I will never see you again.
ps. this is neither about whom you think it's about, nor is it the kind of love you suppose.
I doubt that even God can fully understand this one.
The pain they talk about in movies, where merely a glimpse of love across the park is carried and amplified with every beat of your heart - pounding, pumping blood tainted with regret, at last understood. Love, leaving forever, and goodbye, lost from your lips, on the wind and in the depths of time - ironically just out of earshot. I don't even know if it was love, an emotional attachment to a word I don't fully understand. After all, how can such things be.
There is pain also, in knowing that there is nothing I can do, no one to whom I can turn, no solice of understanding or recognition. Change is innevitable, but I need to know if silence is too.
Goodbye, fallen on deaf ears. You will never know it, and I will never see you again.
ps. this is neither about whom you think it's about, nor is it the kind of love you suppose.
I doubt that even God can fully understand this one.