Wondering;
Would my tears have been any sweeter than yours?
Pour from a place any deeper or wonderful more?
What if we wept for the same reasons?
Wondering still,
Surely I always believed that honesty gave me the excuse of never having to say that I’m sorry, not just for the words spoken, but also for the impact they may bring to the hearer! Though sorry this time, I seem to be. For You as well as me!
This time, I truly meant not to wound, nor be wounded by the words I spoke into our brief time together, and yet here I am, without you, yet again!
In the between;
All that has come before this is forgiven
In the passing of our lives, before one to another
The reason those words are truth should be evident,
Each person is not the same, many have the same name, few have the same goals.
Many have the same hope; though few have the exacting faith to believe!
Just as many have wanted you; few have taken the time to listen and/or ask what You wanted!
Nevertheless, as for me, haven spoken into your life and longing, still I stand Wondering.
Did I say too little, was it more than enough?
Did I open the door to your fears, or from some joy revealed, up sprang those tears?
Conclusion in a vacuum;
This time I have none!
Just that empty space in my heart where you so nicely fit, as if woven or knit!
Surely time will dull the memory of what we shared in those brief exchanges when we shared. Yet the promise that we each saw in the other, this I believe will live on and on, not just in the passing of this time, but on into our separate forever’s.
Unreservedly,
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
