A love Forsaken

A turning point? A muse? My breath quickened as my thoughts raced. My mind poured over all the implications of the haves and have-nots. How could she just vanish? Remembering how fast she came into my life that chilly night. As we danced on her porch to a song that is all but forgotten, we shared that fateful first kiss.

Then as quickly as it all had set in, it fell apart. Once present in the physical, now only in the metaphorical. Yet somehow she still lingers in the recess of my mind. Like a ghost that haunts an abandoned home. Roaming the corridors. Reliving the memory  of monents long gone.

A memory is a cruel mistress. It allows us to relive a moment, for a time. But then it is quick to remind us of how very far away that moment truly is. It is a treasure so valuable that it is only tangible once and then it is gone for the rest of time.

I still remember how her hair felt drapped over me  as she lay atop my chest. It was so soft, like a curtain that isolated us from the rest of the world as our eyes met as one gaze. Her light mocha skin was radiantly warm like a blanket that could stave off even the coldest and loneliest of nights. Her eyes I remember the best. So intense with passion but soft and tender. Her hazel brown iris was like a silky chocolate kiss from god herself. And her lips, so full, concealing a tongue that sang the song of angels.

Her memory is so vivid that when I close my eyes it is almost as if I could reach out and caress her once more. But as my hand draws out, it is met with only void and her face quickly vanishes. I am left alone. No longer kept warm by her glowing essence and divine beauty. How did this happen? Why is she gone? How can what was, be, and then not?

Our souls were at one moment interwoven and then violently stripped apart the next. It left mine raw, sore, and empty. Slowly, time healed that soul but left a scar as a portrait of the trauma still present underneath.

I cannot claim to know why my mortal being had been bestowed upon with such treachery. Only that it has given me an experience that shall reverberate within my life's timeline until its end. It serves as a lesson in humility. Poised to humble my soul to the suffering beauty that is life. It is love that reassures me that within all ugly there is immense beauty waiting to be discovered.
I will be forever moved by the notion of that what once was, is no longer. But carrying forward a respect for that notion will help not only myself, but anyone willing to listen, understand one of life's greatest lessons...

Choosing love is never a mistake