He lays his head down in my lap
and I am reminded of an ancient wood
Where I am sitting motionless
barely breathing, as the unicorn sleeps.
I can't help but miss
how sacred this temple
used to be.
the feeling of love at first sight
the feeling of mystery -
He owned my body and my heart,
briefly - passionately
And though the better half of me
is still enamored with his touch...
I feel that there is somewhere else
that I am meant to be.
And though my mind often wanders,
I am still standing here -
perfectly still, feet planted firmly
I am grounded to the center of this earth...
And I can say with certainty that
I have not become any of the things
he now fears me to be.
"If only" -
"Should have been"
are failing terminologies
these things are absent from my mind -
and I have promised myself
that there will be no lingering remorse
after the final goodbye has been said...
I can take comfort in the thought
that this bed will always be more
than just a warm place to sleep. |