When apart from you I am filled with the empty air of a cold, lonely night. The hollowness of my bones squall mournful noises like the shrieks of ghosts caught between the living and the hereafter. I can't contain you; I cannot bear your distance. I see you now through my thoughts as you wind into dark valleys and over hidden mountains. I feel your departure and seek desperately a way to reach out to you, to touch you through voice or thoughts or even resigned dreams.
I know to not interfere in your departure. You are on the path to make your life better and I am involved in the mending of my lost and torn paths. The closeness of your soul sometimes feels like hot breath on my neck, and other times like the cold wind seeping through cracks of my bundled clothing. Light is so much warmer with you near and darkness never seemed so tangible as in your absence. I bid you the best wishes in your journey.
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When you travel..does the sand travel with you or it stand still unconcerned with the wind and the shifiting of your feet ..I dont just thoughts I guess after reading your post
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