Tonight I listened to a love song
of new found joy and adoration
and I cried
tears slid past my barricade aching with longing and envy
Tonight I made dinner enough for two
but ate your portion
to fill the empty space you left
Tonight I looked at all the beautiful faces you might gaze upon
instead of the homely, uneven me
passers by who may have visited my abandoned palace
Tonight I sat down to write you
a letter you will
Never
read
but still wanted the Universe to hear
in your absence
so that the echo might carry over some vibrational plane
A catalyst for perhaps a single thought
of me
in which love might have existed...
Instead of lies and deception
and hidden agendas such as those belonging to the cronies surrounding you.
That perhaps, beneath all of that
lay a single, beautiful, sincere cell
with axons and dendrites reaching out
like tattered butterfly wings
where nestled in it's innocent heart
beats a memory of me and love and passion
even if the rest of you has forgot.
This letter will remind
my home in you to not forget
Please little cell... stay mine forever and I promise
I will leave the rest of him alone.
