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Want of You
My body pines as it aches for the want of you,
It starves for the need of your touch,
And hungers in desperation for the desire to be filled by you,
My mind races in its thoughts of you,
Screaming out in the dark for fear of losing you,
And losing its self in the silence that is the loudest of all,
My heart grieves your absence in earnest,
Sending wave after wave of torturous agony throughout my being,
Feeling empty and bare, devoid of all but its love for you,
My dreams dance a macabre dance in the night as I lay sleeping a lone in our bed,
Sleeping alone and wishing you were there,
Longing for the voices in the night to be yours returned home to me,
Salty tears trickle down my cheeks as my last thoughts of the day are of you,
Knowing full well they will also be my first ones come dawn,
With the pain of missing you returning anew,
To fill my day with loneliness and sad despair,
Driving me to the brink of madness and back again,
All just for the simple want of you.
Made Real
I dreamed of you last night,
as I so often do,
I thanked the powers that are,
for lighting your way to the path of my heart,
my life made whole,
complete in the splendor of my love for you,
no matter the distance of years between us,
nor the miles that separate us,
my heart will not be swayed,
for I love you still,
love fuels the pain I now carry heavy in my heart,
inducing the tears I now shed,
for in my dream,
you were standing there,
waiting,
as you so often do,
but you were not alone,
in your arms,
another lay,
reveling in the soft caress of your touch,
drinking in your very being with each gentle kiss,
someone time has not yet forgotten,
mistress of youth,
all that I am,
and all that I am not,
from a distance I watched in horror,
as suddenly the horrific was made real,
and my heart turned to dust as it crumpled beneath the reality of it all,
my eyes the voyeurs of that clandestine embrace,
I turned on silent feet,
as if to walk away,
only to find myself suddenly awake,
and screaming your name,
now as I say to you,
I dreamed of you last night,
as I so often do,
and it was the horrific made real,
my nightmare come true.
By: S.J. Ergenbright-Smith