I left her tonight
She dissolved in the disappearing tail-lights like her face in my mind,
I relive the day’s moments and they turn to memories
Alone again - empty again
Memories turn into assassins
They start to kill me
I love her so much
I miss her so much
I feel her loneliness for me
Alone I'm useless. I need her
Pray let me survive this night
Just till tomorrow will I love her
And then I'll let her go
But not tonight
Sleep rescues me from the pain I love so much
The morning will bring today
Tomorrow I will let her go
There is a tomorrow, though, and it need not be a repetition of the same old pains. Let go and let God.
Your words & passion of love give me chills
in a good way of course & also knowing exactly
what you mean by your most utterly..and also incredible phrase:
"Memories turn into assassins" !!! Holy Jowlza!!
Oh The Whole concept here is so very moving!!
Imprisoned With My Cell Mate-Love
Vickie
The pain I love so much...
Very well done.
John
Tomorrow is another day. Let go. Sad, romantic poem.
Mary
Anna
Regis