Monday morning, cloudy
Memories of yesterday are playing in his head.
He could have been with her instead of this.
Flashback of that first unending kiss.
(Just open up your
heart and love again.
The world you know won't end because of that.
Rather it will blossom round in beauty.
Birds winging their way back into your life.
Like wisps of clouds, so soft and light,
this love is calling you. You must respond.)
Hiding in the silence
of his heart.
Afraid to make another brand new start.
On the verge, but not quite there - not yet.
The waiting game, he's playing it again.
Don't ask - and you
will never get an answer.
Hold it all inside - develop cancer.
Deep and dark, the feeling of his fright.
It's always waiting there, just out of sight.
Moving on - why does
he fight it so...?
There is a greater part of him that knows
the loving dreams he might make real.
It all gets stuck inside of him somehow.
Words forever needing
to be spoken.
Heart so very tired of feeling broken.
Body aching with his unfilled needs.
Mind filled with visions of those very many
undone deeds of love.
The promises that he
are swelling in his heart.
He needs to make another brand new start.
Hat in hand, he drives again -
for the sake of all the love
still in his heart.
(But then again,
it's just a dream.
It needs the love of more
than one alone.
? Michaelette ?
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