Our past holds the true
colors of our reality...
these colors combine
and blend like our bodies.
We were to become close,
like you said with your
words, closer than one
could possibly imagine
-but only holds the truthness
in this, through a picture
frame...colors coming together
to form our moment,
our eternal everlasting perfect take.
That night I felt my heart
pounding faster and
faster as your lips touched
mine and your arms
were wrapped around my body...
I found myself lost in
your space as you invaded
mine with your warm
and eager presence.
You held me like forever
was not even an option.
You held me till tomorrow,
only knowing that tomorrow
we would part with a hug
and an exchange of words
that in truth recited
our good-byes, for now anyways...
The night has ended and the
miracle of love has vanished...
A love that could have been
but is not.
There is simple emptiness
in my heart and a longing
for a past that remains
and shall stay unrecognized,
somehow shattered by the
eyes of the other, destroyed
by time and circumstances.
He claims we are to be
friends, but friendship we
cannot conquer.
We are soulmates in an
existance that has surpassed
both of our worlds.
For the last time, we have
seen tomorrow and
for the last time we
have parted with good-byes...
He shall return to his
reality a little less confused
and heart broken than I...
I, well I shall continue in
a wave of confusion for a
while until that wave breaks
away against a rock and
Once again becomes one
with its elements.
I shall soon force my heart
to forget and mend its broke pieces
I will move on to live my
existance with the presence
of thoughtlessness and a
new life unaffected by
long-lost dreams and so-called
fantasies.
My endless struggle
to hold on to a moment,
a past, a memory
has come to an end.
I shall conquer
new dreams and
create my own conclusion
to the story of my life.
My book is not
for all to read
nor to be opened
and closed as one wishes
This may only be determined
by it's author, me.
I choose to close my book
for a while until
I am once again ready
to invite you in...
by Camille Garcia
Her