Wrapped in loneliness

She vaguely remembers him kissing her goodbye, as she lay sleeping in that big empty bed; though she wasn’t alone, not completely; for in her subconscious she was doing much dreaming. Then she woke and it all came crashing down; her reality, her misery, her fear and her longing. Images, words and thoughts, colliding into

Biding Time

Wicked wind howls An ethereal lonesome groan Branches sway wildly Under stress a tremored groan River rises white caps Lash violently toward the shore Rain slashes monstrous Claw upon her battered door Cowering in the corner Lights flicker silent fear Trapped within confinement Those walls do draw so near Every move and thought un-spoke From

Her Reaction

She loved the images Captured As seen through His eyes Those things he finds Beautiful Those things that fill His soul Her sadness arose Not from the images Themselves But in the fear That never Would she be One of them She is not the girl He once knew A completely different Woman He is

Incense and Patchouli

An insight to her life The strange flight she’s taking A familiar soul appears at her wing Nudging her upward When darkness would pull her down He quoted a line, innocent enough From a song she’s carried always within A direct reflection of the way he sees her And her soul cried out; a warrior’s

Them

He didn’t say anything about her trip to the spa. He didn’t ask how her day went. He stood and hugged her, gave a half-hearted kiss. He listened without speaking, but offered nothing in return. He never did ask about her meeting. He did thank her for bringing home dinner, then they ate alone in

SHE

She lives in darkness Hiding in corners Afraid of the light Afraid someone will see Buried in the deepest Most secret recesses In the empty shadows Of my wounded soul The girl I once was Denied even now Longing to be embraced By the woman I’ve become In a moment of memory Taken from his