What never was.......

Paintings and partings, devine meetings and apathetic rhyme

 We've drifted 

though there never was a "We" 

In darkness and cloak of shadow well met 

though face to face never seen 

Our words were shared 

without thought of betrayal 

what was the ripple created 

from pebbles cast 

A tiny thread spun 

from sacrifices loom 

I am blind and deaf in your world 

yet to mine you are brilliant light's radiance 

Beams that have pierced darkness 

your writings fresh revelation  

would I be so arrogant 

to assume I'm an after thought 

in the back of your mind 

I dare not wish for such things 

I will not dwell in fantasies playground 

Mute are the words that flow 

from parched lips that speak your name 

Fingers stumbled across the keyboard 

searching for eloquence 

You've shaped me 

I will no longer be the same 

To the grave your image will be 

the last thought in this heart of mine........

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ms claws]

NOT HEIDIE... I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. THE PLEADINGS YOU GAVE ME TO NOT LEAVE YOU BUT I DID.
I HAVE SUFFERED EVER SINCE.
I TRY COUNTLESS TIMES TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE I'VE CAUSED.
YOU ARE UNFORGIVING.
TO HAVE ACCESS TO YOUR WRITING SITE MEANS NOTHING TO ME.
I AM DONE.

[GLENDAK]

Heidie.
Your poems of her are like no other.
It did, for an instant, make me think you "might" be referring to someone else.
But, no.
All in all, Heidie is the driving force.
W. Barrett Munn told me, "All my poems stem from one source."
He's awesome so there's nothing wrong with that.