bestrongandcourageous

What can I say to subdue my conscience?

What words are enough to quiet the turbulent soul?

There is no act, nor speech nor a single vanishing memory
that can compete with the fear of a muddled tomorrow, of a veiled future.

My mind cannot conceive the thought of a dawn without you or
an evening sky devoid of your presence. Like dry grass I am parched without
you, my lungs gasp for a mere breath, or a slight hint of your passing, so that
I may be able to live again, and sustain myself with the vision of you.

Can you not see the pit of torment I am in?

Falling through an inescapable hole filled with outstretched
hands that grasp for me, only to let me go…over and over again. Like a
flickering candle hope swings back and forth, tossed about like waves on a troubled
sea, here, then gone again, as if mocking me in its existence.

There are no words, nor promises nor covenants between your
heart and mine.

You let no letters pass your lips and into mine, I ache for
them but none come my way.

There is only a glance, or a stolen memory that is forced
into the present, of hands clasped and lips pressed tightly together. And at
the same moment, like a wisp or a breath, it is gone once more, to be replaced
by a memory and a sore hope of what still lingers in the deep recesses of your
heart and mine.

I catch that fleeting image, and hold it tightly to my
breast, for it is the star that fell and is caught up, for one to wish
upon it again.

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