Tony
Memories that burn tie with Dreams that escape
Flutter about me like folds of a cape.
Why do I do it? Offer my soul?
Why do I always relinquish control?
Why do I need him? Why do I care?
I think as my fingers run through his dark hair.
Why do I love someone so far away?
Why is my life always hinged on 'someday?'
Someday we'll love and we won't have to part.
It hurts, though I hold it close to my heart.
Someday the scent of him on my skin
Won't fade - it'll only seem to begin.
Someday we'll have years instead of just hours.
Someday my life won't be mine, only ours.
But why do I sit and wait for this time?
Sitting here writing my poems that rhyme?
Why do I miss him so much that it hurts?
Why do I long for love's little comforts?
I should be happy just knowing his mind
Knowing our hearts are forever entwined.
Knowing we have something few others see
Knowing that what I feel, he feels for me.
So why do I need his touch, his embrace?
Why do I need to look at that face?
To see him smile, to hear him laugh..
Without him, it seems, I'm less than half
Of myself, and yet here I am still
In a hard plastic chair, yet climbing uphill.
Fighting for hours so few and so far
Wishing upon ev'ry twinkling star
That 'somday' is soon, that I need't wait long
That soon we'll compose our own life's sacred song
But for now I'll just cry and ask myself why
I can't bear to lose him - I rather would die.
There are so many questions amuk in my head
I answer them all as I crawl into bed
The answer - we fit like a hand in a glove.
The answer, my friend, is one of pure love.
--Sare