(feel the need to repost this. its words are ringing true right now..)
these words are inadequate
thoughts are meaningless
for they fail to grasp the
entirety of my emotions for
all i seem to do is contemplate on the
could have beens
supposed connection which lies between us two
which seems to only exist in my mind
what am i to make of the engaged-in conversations
when we share the space alone?
how am i to explain away
the way you can see and know me
without an exchange of words?
what am i to make of your touch
the way you caressed more than my face
as we explored that forbidden kiss?
my dot dot dot
my question mark
are not mine.
with each passing day i
make attempts at forgetting you
to erase images from my subconscious mind
and conscious being
yet all that i am capable of is creating new ones
fabricating various play by plays of places that we travel to
and names we call our children
destines that await us...
now with eyes wide open
i am reminded that
are not mine
chose not me
love another each night
a we could never be
i am forever lost in the
dot dot dot.