posted on Nov, 1 2012 @ 10:18 PM
the binding sense of undoubted attachment.
seizing the day just to see the way
then I wish for just one more glance,
at the picture I wished for.
her pearlescent gaze turns me to stone.
petrified, I gaze, in both anxiety and distress.
nothing else could ever be so perfect:
simultaneously living and dying.
the life, extricated from the purest of happiness,
yet dying for another chance…
to utter a lonely word.
I miss her,
but more so , I miss her