I can't face this world
of pin strike unkinds.
Not alone anyway.
I can't face another quiet
empty
bedroom.
No stories,
no embraces
no lingering wet kisses
on every part of a lover's body.
Lover.
That's the word I'm looking for isn't it?
Why settle for a soul mate, when you could have...
The card turns awkwardly in my hand.
A crude image of two young enraptured youths wrapped in a blazingly desperate expression of their infatuation.
Oblivious of the impending crash.
Perhaps
immune.
I'm looking for myself,
but I want to find another.
I want to know,
but I want another mystery.
The greatest adventure of my life
the beautiful peaks and valleys
of an outsider
welcoming me in.
Conditionally
only that
I love her.
As she loves me.
I can't face another day
without the affection
of that dream
of that woman.
With each passing eternity,
I am less convinced
she exists.
What was her name?
What was that scent?
How was that kiss?
How long will it dance
on the fragile surface of my lips?
What was...
who am I?
And where do I belong,
if not in the gentle,
welcoming arms
of impossible amour.
To dream
perhaps
To feel
