done away with.
swept under the rug.
never to be experienced again.
yet, over and again
panoramic images, thoughts
envisions of us
re-emerge in my mind.
envisions of what we could be and do have surfaced
now reside at the crescent of my consciousness
why does this never cease to fade and stay away...
is it because the one that now holds my hand
is slowly pulling away
is slowly removing himself from a pictured us...
why do i feel a stronger connection with each passing glance,
and intermittent touch?
each exchange of words connect us further than
ever previously imagined.
in pure honest form,
i look forward to encounters with him
i anticipate seeing him physically and
look forward to the metaphysical plane that we dance upon.
i await the moment for his lips to touch mine
and for that instant,
watch all fears and questions and doubt