First published September 3rd 2009
In love, enamored by the way you looked at me, how you spoke, and the contours of your face. I traced them, memorized them, cherished them.
I was so infatuated with the very idea of you—thrills, shivers, fluttering.
How could I have known? How?
Complications, hesitations, reservations, pressure—all ended things in a heap of flames. Silence now reigns.
Love was a spark,
an ember burning in my heart.
Pressure,
suffocation.
Coal to ashes, fires burned,
fires extinguished.
Flames to dark pitch,
now a silent stone.
Sad, but beautifully so.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this, 9 yrs after I became a widow I met a "Charming man" who I thought could give me a second chance of happiness, well we moved in together and overnight he changed,
ReplyDeleteAll I will say that I was unhappy, felt a fool, but hey! you never know whats around the corner.
Yvonne.
Very sad that love's energy changes, wanes, and sometimes dies.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, as always.
ananji
I turly believe , from past relationships, God shows us the way and eventually leads us to that one person who really makes us shine inside and out, perfection I do not seek, but, honesty, trust, affection, simple cares for one another, we all have to have, to me it is precious and rare.
ReplyDeleteI want your book ,, SMILES
BTW I love this photo, so fitting to your thoughts here :}
ReplyDeleteI did a double take (double read) this is so similar to something I once wrote... I guess, sadly, it's a universal experience.
ReplyDeleteAnanji, I have missed you soul sister! How are you? Thanks for the comment! :D
ReplyDeleteYes Ruth, all to common... thanks for commenting. :)
Inky!! I missed you :) I hope you are well after the ordeal of last week. TY for the comments. :D
Some fires do it, burn themselves out. Best to feed them, crouch low near them, coddle them, keep them near. True though, some fires never keep.
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