lacking.
Perfect in each imperfection,
Eyes blinded, point in her direction.
With each motion of her hand,
You display a lesser man.
Gaze upon her winding curls,
mesmerized by each anxious finger twirl.
You thank god in that moment for his generosity,
No obstacle in the world to slow your forward velocity.
You feel yourself slipping back under,
Gradually falling, ..you wonder,
Does sanity ever really leave us?
Am I out of my mind to believe this?
A face that you once knew so exactly,
Could define the lines, each freckle intently.
That now....distant, that shadow now cast,
Undoubtedly, no sequel to reap from the past.
Where do you turn when all signs of hope seem to point the other way?
Does tomorrow ever truly bring another day?
Perhaps no beacon lay ahead once passed a certain point,
Custody of mind frames once so surreal, no longer "joint. "
You wear yourself tirelessly to peer within her thoughts,
Flipping pages in her mind, your "facade" no longer sought.
You marvel if times rewind,.. flames rekindle...burn?
Why be capable of mistakes, if not from them to learn?
Broken in entirety,
you say farewell, set free a prior "deity."
Overcome by frigid stares, you simply pray not to fall,
a reaction, you find..near impossible to recall.
The love you knew has come and gone,
Tomorrow, the world will preach of your song.
Lingering questions answered, ..her footsteps no longer require your tracking,
For your gazes in unison will forever remain, nothing more than...lacking.
