I see you in the sunset;
picnic tables and pink lemonade.
Time stretching toward eternity like a summer’s day.
I feel you in the moonbeams extending out from among the stars;
The wind whispers of your kiss against my cheek.
I hear you, like a heartbeat, in each peal of thunder.
Rumbling like the grief from which I am formed.
I see you as an after image, your face superimposed on my grief.
I cry for him but also for you. For the one that comes after.
For the ones that came before.
A loneliness wedged deep within my soul stirs.
A knowing.
A missing.
One heartbeat, One heartbreak away from you.
I see you in the sunset;
With the grass between my toes and rain falling upon my face;
I miss you.
For all the unsaid things, the hidden words that cracked and faulterd.
I’m sorry.
For the pain inflicted with intention and without.
Forgive me.
As I forgive you.
I see you in the sunset;
pink lemonade and moonbeams.
Time stretching toward eternity like a summer’s day.
I’m not only crying for him. I’m crying for the one who comes after;
These tears also belong to you.
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