Jar Of Thoughts
I woke up and found you here with me
Are you dreaming of me?
I wonder many things, possibilities that can possibly become a reality
But for now, it is all just…. possibilities.
That’s all I have left, till I have to see you escape.
Will you be gone long?
You tell me not to stress…that you will return.
But I am unsure…
Too much has happened, too much good, good…. not enough bad
And so I add my concerns into my jar of thoughts.
I take mental notes, record the tone of your voice …and photos of your smile to help get me by.
Do not ask me if I am obsessed over you.
You should already know the answer.
I can feel you in my veins…
I can smell you on my flesh…
Your taste lingers on my lips…
All of my memories are of you.
Of we, my every thing…
My all…litters the floor.
Separating as you glide over it as though you were coasting upon an unseen floor separating you from it and reality.
I have never known a love like this
I am invisible to the world and its destruction
My mind simply forgets what it was like to be without you…
To walk around with a fake smile
False hopes of being more then I could possibly be with another person.
From the first day we crossed paths I knew from then on my life had changed.
And if I had the chance to go back…I would politely decline.
If only you knew how saying good-bye could pierce a heart and destroy every possible chance of reconciliation…you wouldn’t want to ever say it again.
So as I look into your eyes…I cast my thoughts within my jar.
And walk away…quietly.