The way we kiss when caught in traffic,
the stolen moments I keep captive;
in memories, in soft-spoken dreams
The heart you hold in open hands,
the moment you start to understand,
I’ve never known a love
quite like for you.
The secrets we hold close between,
my soul for you, your heart for me.
A smile shared in silent-held
The smell of you upon my clothes,
the parts of you that no one knows.
No other woman could
ever feel such bliss.
The moments spent in a little world
made only for us, by only word,
no one left to care.
The moments just after you have gone,
the lingered essence that still lives on.
And I desperately wish
that you could still be there.
I had a dream he almost kissed me,
as I pulled away, he said he missed me,
As I turned to leave, he tried to stop me
as I walked away, by my arm, he caught me.
He told me he was struggling to figure it out,
confided in me that he had begun to doubt.
Every time, it seemed, that he could turn around
he saw me there, he said, but to honor he was bound.
“Do you not love me?” he asked as if he wondered.
It was an answer I had not seconds to ponder.
I did not love him, will never, he was my blunder
and his deceit to her sent me asunder.
I told him he and I would never be.
He pulled me close and begged for me to see.
I pushed him away and asked he not touch me.
I crossed my arms and waited for him to speak.
He sighed and gazed into my eyes.
Opened his mouth, he asked, “What happened to you and I?”
“We never loved,” I said. “You were just blind.
What was never there cannot simply die.”
I turned my back and allowed a moment to fall.
I walked away and I left it all.
The past, long buried, to Hell with call.
I damned this moment, damned to a fault.
And then I woke to sweet home of old,
these fresh Hells, I was never told.
Illusion, only, that would not hold.
Life would go on, snugly in its mold.