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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2014 Oct 22 Comment on this Work [[2014.10.22.05.02.5747]] |
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You will never know the sorrow that I am now because of you. You will never be able to feel this and, so, you will never know me. for without knowledge of this sorrow you will not know its antithesis, you will only know of a shimmering reflection of what I am. (Knowing that you will never know only brings yet more sorrow and sympathy for your tired bones) Because though there was silence I understood you or at least I thought I did until that summer day of rain and fire. And I was a fire that burned for you. I was the proverbial wave about to crest. I was loyalty staring at the sunrise unblinkingly. I was the stars in the sky waiting to be plucked by your soft fingers. I was the Muse of all you could ever be, the silent forcefulness that would have driven you to You. I was a heart, so long in the shadows, so ready to overflow and burst forth all over your soul. I was a miraculous desire that sought the soul that rested somewhere beyond your body. I was devotion manifested in a body of atoms dancing randomly about collected into this body whose purpose was you (but you threw that all away, you threw me away.) You never understood me, if you did you would not have strayed. and you never really loved me if you did you would not have left so easily. |