thinking....of u

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Thinking of you
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Last night I think my head played,
a sport of kinds...that pain rewinds.
A thought, a scent and dream,
a vague sense of that missing stream,
cold and clear,
of echoes of laughter, your face in the mist.
The agony of twisted fate like a pumping fist.

A letter of questions, answers, desires, deep burning fires,
Why you asked me ?
Did I miss my chance,
Why did I not understand ?
the meaning of that glance.
All I can say is I was slow, I was late,
left too much to decide for undecided fate
Now I sit here, sick, thinking of you
What we could have been,
What we could be,
What we could have become.

A lost treasure is a pain to the heart,
A wound slight repairing in time.
But how ? do you heal,
if someone reaches in
and takes away, that part, that pumping dear
and leaves you with nothing but fear.
Fear of emptiness, Fear of loneliness,
Fear of loss, Fear of pain,
Fear of dying alone and in vain.

I reach out one last time...
For that non-ending bliss,
Hoping to hope, for the last chance, i couldnt have missed
And if I fail; I wont wail;
I would smile and say, on my final way,
I was thinking of you

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Written after I dreamt of "her" last night...
she was in a letter answering some questions and posing new questions...
after months of silence....
I felt sick the whole day and decided to write this as an emotional release.
21 Feb. 2006 11:56 pm


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