Does He Wish I'd Return?

Art "Last Dance"
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Remembering
By La Belle Rouge

his masculine beauty dazzled my eyes
and systematically seduced my thoughts
until he was the only sun in my sky
his tenderness unrivaled, his passion unequaled
a cold drink of clear water on a desolate horizon
i wanted to sip him slowly, swallow him whole
feel the power of his warmth deep inside my soul

i went away... too proud to tell him
too numb to cry, he never knew why
he watched me go and his heart grieved
for things that were and might have been
as days became years and memories dimmed
no second chances, i hurt him, because i hurt
i was numb and dumb with untold pain
i couldn’t tell him the whys and oddly
he never asked me for reasons

did he think i was cruel and unfeeling?
if only he had known i felt too much
far too much, too deeply,
to know he might never understand
so i left him with a gray, winter chill
and silent questionings
and i never looked back except in dreams
i still wonder if he remembers me, with love
remembers me and echoes of our passion
does he still hope for my return?



7/12/2007 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers ”

Music "Derroche"