Dear Love

 

Dear Love

Dear Love,
Last week I threw away your picture 
my heart was heavy, that's for sure
But, I tossed it in the trash 
like last week's garbage 
I almost went diving back in to pull it out
(there was still much room for doubt)
And I wanted to try and salvage your memory
but then in my mind's eye your face filled the view in front of me
So, I left the picture of your handsome face in the garbage bin
I know that your memory will fade, so I'm moving on to something else till then.

Dear Love,
Last month, I tried really hard not to hear the tenor in your voice
tried to forget how your laugh brought my heart so much joy
But the raspiness of your tone 
stayed in my head all month long
The deep resonating sound of your words bore into my brain
And like a popular song, I just wished it would rain
That way I'd heard instead 
the sound of thunder & raindrops pounding on my head

Dear Love, 
Last year, I finally lost the sensation of your arms wrapped around me tight
Of you snuggling close to me, keeping me safe through the night
It took me a while, my dear
but finally I forgot how I felt whenever your presence was so near

Dear Love, 
Time finally began moving again
as I slowly forgot how I had embedded you in my brain
My movements once again became precise and sure
As I came to grips with the fact that your arms would no more keep me secure
My life pushed the play button finally 
And the picture showing now is just what it should be

Me being me without needing . . . 
me being me without wanting . . .
me being me without yearning for . . .
me being me without desiring . . .
me being me without wishing for . . .
me being me without loving . .  

Dear Love . . .
(c) 1/2006