Living in Exile

Sunday, 8 April 2007 05:25 pm
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Living in Exile

Your thoughts in my head, I see you every moment, past and future. Somehow time has become nothing but a pane of glass I can see but cannot reach through to touch you & the longing tears at me, shreds me, leaves me dissolving in my own tears. The moments of your life & mine touch but we do not. (I am assured of that. You are not here. These thoughts are not yours, not even the ones I know are not mine. Not ever. It is my overactive imagination alone keeping me afloat.) How is it possible then that I can ache for you so that your voice haunts me? Some days (this day) I want my life back. Today is cool & rainy a counterpoint that day last year-- the hot, unrelenting sunshine. I was close to melting, desperate trying to preserve every scrap, buy back every wasted moment seduced dismissed abandoned forgotten What if I had let my bright smile slip had broken down sat on the steps & cried begged & pleaded, Oh, God, don't make me leave, don't make me get on that plane. Let me stay. Please. Please. Please don't send me away. This is where I belong. It makes no sense, but it's true. Instead I bled away my heart's blood quietly into the hot uncaring air and left my life behind.

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