What i will not tell you

I feel you in the brush of the wind,
I smell you in the fruity cocktail of spring,
I hear you speak in the recesses of my mind,
I remember the touch of your hand on mine,
I miss you,
with everything that I am.

music in the breaking glass

……….And then the dam breaks. It’s been too much for too long. Once the barrier is breached there really is no turning back. We all believe in something until that faith is dealt a blow that fells it to the ground. Desperate effort is made to maintain some sort of semblance to normalcy. Some people call it damage control. Trying to save face seeing as the battle is already lost. Like a flimsy flame on a windy night it does not  stand a chance. Sometimes the darkness is just overwhelming…even to Light. I guess it’s time to find the music in the breaking glass.

for 2216

I’m inextricably wrapped up in you.
Don’t try to undo what it’s taken years to build.
You may tug at the ends a little, allow room for the inevitable.
Explore. Discover. Paint the sky a different hue.
Live unafraid. I’m learning to do that too.
But please don’t run too far for me to find you.
I like being entangled in you.
I’d like to think that finding you means finding me.

Wishful thinking?!?!?!

.......its complicated. but we can make it work . We use the good to help us through the bad. we hold on tight when all reason would dictate that we let go. we go beyond what we think and feel at a material moment . things change, sometimes  right before our very eyes. thats when you really know, love is a choice not a feeling. As in every relationship there comes a time when the warm fuzzy feeling is dead and cold .Then what? out of the passionless days a deeper love CAN grow. if I can love you when I dont understand you , when we aren't reading from the same script anymore and nothing feels the way it used to, if I can wait,hope and pray just long enough.....maybe we'll find us again. MAYBE. IF.