The Other Half of Me
by Laura Via
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Little glimpses in the night while
waking dreams seem to fight the
willingness of sleep.
I am swept away by the winds, a
flurry of emotional flight as thoughts
abound, drifting me towards thee.
Thou hath left me hanging in the balance
and I only speculation left.
If only, IF ONLY!
Amicable words flutter past upon feathers
drifting on the currents, littering the mind
with once beautiful memories that I now
struggle to maintain. I cannot let them lose
their lustre ...
And as mine eyes close, thy words drift in once
more, signaling to me that this connection still
flows openly. Thou hath settled in so deeply,
nestled down and taken refuge here within mine
soul. Yet I am left to wonder, from the very start,
were thy words true of heart?
Speculation, hopeful dreaming, wishful thinking
all washed away as a torrent of tears flow so freely
from mine eyes. I ache with the loss of thee, and
all I can do is wonder, doth thy feel this anguish
that I try so hard to curb?
Doth thy feel the anguish in thy own soul ...
I still do not know where I end and thou doth begin.
Linger there within the chambers of mine memories,
lifting the shadows that I try so desperately to
dwell within. Sometimes, I do hate thee so! Yet,
when these thoughts grow I feel so sad and drift
back to the happier times when I could feel thee
standing there next to me.
Those times where there was no distance ...
... I long for their return.
Thou doth touch me still, I can fee thee reaching
out so very softly. And yes, I reach back ...
... with hope.
Thy soul hath left a brand upon mine heart, and
all others shall pale in comparison to thee ...
... the other half of me.