No Less...07.10.98
I sang this song, once of forever tied to golden chains that would have happily shackled this heart. Why does it strike me so harshly now, where I am? Two years since we met nine months since our demise and still my heart weeps for the loss of you. I was joyous to be imprisoned in your arms and nothing has changed. I would still die to be with you held close to your heart breath exchanged for your breath soul entwined in your love if only it were real. No less real ~ my love. No less pained ~ my heart. No less lonely ~ my life. I shall never be held in arms of caring for I can not give up your ghost. Haunted by the memories of heaven I can only yearn to return. My love, I sang that song throaty, fervent yet you were not listening. © 1998, Tara Tambollio |
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