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once upon a long summer night....

together we lay in the cool breeze of the fan, the blades spinning like the thoughts in my mind. suddenly i was captured by the most captivating thought. the sense of knowing that somehow i had been wired directly into your soul, you smiled -- i smiled back, and for a fleeting moment the world did not seem as lonely a place as i had always known it to be. i was captured by your eyes, they called out to me saying i accept who you are and i know that you feel the same for me. i was lost in this moment, and it seemed that for a moment... time stood still. there wsaa a smile on your face, i think you were folding laundry or something, as usual i was parked on the couch when i should have been helping you. it didn't seem to matter though , for you looked right back at me --- together ---- lost in the moment.

i always wondered why those moments were so precious and rare, and now that i am alone and wrestling with despair i know... in that moment, i was not breathing alone, together we breathed through the very same soul. that night as we lay in the bed, dripping with passion i rolled over and said, how do you feel. i suppose that the answer you gave me was a great one, but suddenly i realized once again... that i, like you, lay alone. struggling to attain that quiet moment of peace, i desperately searched through my soul to find the key. i failed and your loneliness led you away to another who promised to love you more than you could possibly imagine. i couldn't understand why, or how you felt it even possible to achieve a moment of love any greater than the ones that we shared. even still i fought for the union of our souls, lost in the passion of a world i had never known.

now as i lay on this cold leather chair, in an empty room, with no one to hold me except the bitterly frozen air--- i sit and think about that moment, when our souls became one. how i long for the passion wrapped nights together when nothing could tear us a part. how foolish i was to think my own strength was enough, for in the present i realize just how fragile this moment is.

i wrestle for that peace that gave, even if it's in small doses - i don't care
now i lay here, falling asleep in my chair, in desperation i cry for the loss.