You always wanted to say…
I had once loved you to the point of insanity,
That which I call insanity,
This to me,
Is the only way I knew to love, the one,
that took my breath away,
as you did every moment.
There is a place in which you once did reside,
it stays empty,
for that which it feeds will never allow any presence but yours.
There was a time where I would lose myself in you,
to again find myself in your absence,
only to want to lose myself again.
You seem to me now like a beautiful dream,
that I go to bed every night wishing to experience once again,
nights pass without your essence,
ages pass,
an infinity itself–a time gone by without you.
Why is this seperation presenting itself to me as emptiness,
a void, devoid of soul,
causing me to roam the empty night in search of you?
Will we only part to meet again?
From pain to pleasure,
this could be,
If I knew that you too longed for me.
-JMS
