I have penned no words for you since forever
Out of time though, my heart has done nothing but call your name
Over and over I find myself following paths that lead to you
Or rather they lead to places where I realize your absence
The separateness is startling and unreal
Grief too deep for words or tears, for they only well up in me
Perhaps I can not weep because I can not accept or come to terms with it
Or perhaps I just refuse to
But how can I come to terms with what is impossible
Just one tear would contain the sadness of the whole world
Perhaps that is why they will not flow
It would be too terrible
Calen!!!! Here 👿 or 😈 See if these work for you 😛
LOL! Thanks Fim! Do you use these a lot??? 😈
Perhaps it is that I sound like her. Aren’t yiu glad she is back. 🙂
Of course! What would I have done without a fairy princess in my life???
*picking up a stick, I write the name PLATO in the soil, and then trace an arrow* I walk a ways along the trail, and find several rocks and build a cattywampus cairn so when you come upon it, you can sit and ponder what you would consider the rocks to represent. Then a bird hops onto the trail, chirping at you to follow its flight, and if you take the challenge, you will soon come to a labyrinth, into which you might enter, and find your way back to yourself.
If a tear is shed upon this journey, it will feed the birds, water the plants, and cleanse your heart of its heavy…
Oh, and that which we seek never left. It is only that we’ve fallen asleep and have missed the moments we could have realized we just need to live in the moment; everything exists in each moment. Nothing is lost, only sometimes forgotten.
(OML! You’re starting to sound just like Plato!!! o_O )
love this
Well, I think you’re doing the best thing you can do. Follow those familiar paths and sit down with pen and paper (or a laptop?) and call her back to you.
You are a great friend! Though hardheaded at times 🙂
Who me? Hard headed? Now what makes you say that? I’ve been trying to be on my best behavior today. Oh, I get it. You just want to make me feel guilty so I’ll pack you a picnic to take with you next time you wander those paths… Well, ok, I can do that, but I’m not putting any pickled pigs’ feet or anything like that in there! Turkey or chicken sand. What’ll it be?
And a little sugar and honey might work wonders in calling her back to you. Just a thought.
See what I mean? 🙂
Ok. I’m hard headed. What’s your point, dude? 🙂
Just playing with you. Hoping you would laugh or smile.
I did. Didn’t you see the smile at the end. (Wink, wink…)(Do you know how to do a wink?)
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Oh! Thanks! Now if I could just get a little devil I’d be in good shape… 😉 😉 😉