I think I understand why they say, time heals all wounds. Time is the epitome of selfishness, waiting for no man. It’s so limited that even feelings within its brace are meant to fade as soon as life leaves from a fallen body. As slow as time feels to be moving, it’s speeding right past us to the finish line. And quite frankly nothing will wait for me; not even love. So I have to keep going as swift as time. I have to shine brighter than anyone could have ever imagined. I’m next. I’m not runner up, second best, I’m winning. I’m in the lead. I am next. Seven months.
She looks to me with eyes that gives way to the sight of a damaged soul.
Eyes that have seen and recorded the experiences of her life that have then such damaged.
Experiences that she has locked away to the saving of her soul.
Locked away but yet seems to be the eternal torment of her mind.
A mind that is tormented with every passing night.
With every passing night her restless body finds no peace.
Peace is what she so desperately needs as her body sways with fatigue.
A body that suffers in every possible disposition as her mental collides with her physical.
She looks to me and my resolve stands true.
True to the hope of the future we will build together.
A future built by the love that we have shared and will continue.
Shared in a partnership that we have made with our union to never be unbroken.
As one we stand against the wilds of her experiences, memories that taunt her so.
Unlocking, removing together the torments of her mind.
With each passing day we will grow stronger.
Finding the peace that is so desperately needed.
Finding the peace and gaining the strength to endure all.
With our bodies as one, no more suffering only serenity.
A bliss that can only be found in the love that we share.
I will be a part, do my part to end all mental and physical disparities she may encounter.
For as she looks to me, I am hers to look to.
I think the older I get, the more I realize that the ultimate luxury is time.
whispers your name
It’s important you know you matter to me. That as we sleep alongside one another, the longing to be awoken by your stirs fulfills me more than my nightly escape to my dreams. I’ve found my resting place in you. I once believed our love was created for me to forget. I’m now sure our love is here so I can heal. And when I wake up and you’re inches too far, I’ll continue to wrap my limbs around you.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
I want to be your Sug.
by all the means you can,
in all the ways you can,
in all the places you can,
at all the times you can,
to all the people you can,
as long as ever you can.
you are a poem with feet