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THE WHEN AND THE WHERE
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JOURNAL # 37 I am so sick
of missing you
how I wish that
fog would pass
it's not that I don't love
your deliciously faithful heart
but the subsequent emptiness
forever drains me
you must feel it too
you are a low grade fever
for me that will not break
I feel like some battered
love slug
I have to practically drag myself
some days through
my so called day
I've built a lovely room in my head
for us
and I find myself sneaking off there
just to visit you
it's such a lovely place
and I'm preoccupied by its
existence
I often now wonder
how self torturing does the mind
get before it finally breaks
I'm almost afraid to learn the
answer to that though
you and I
we are a pathetic pair
I suppose God sees us
in all our combined commiseration
as he judges the time
we are to be together
perfectly
via
'The When And The Where'
as it is our part (as primordially promised)
to stand steadfast and strong in our
separate longings
until our time together 's signal
is blessedly alas given
and I can do that
but still
I have to be honest and tell you
I am just so sick of missing you
and know that
Its a burden I will gladly lay down
when we are at last permitted
to live out the rest of our mortal lives
as one......................
(March 27, 2011 928am)
"...until our time together's
"...until our time together's signal is blessedly alas given"...see, this is what I mean by I am awed by how your mind goes to work...who neeeeeds punctuation? ~~~~~Lady A
if lady A is awed by anything done by me then..............
I truly have to be the luckiest most blessed poetess alive. You truly honor me with such words. You write two lines about standing in line at the local supermarket and I'm impressed. You have such an unbelievable talent and what a vocabulary and knack for metaphors and obscure references and alliterations. You ma'am are a poetic mind boggler............ no sucking up intended here just pure honesty and good old fashioned admiration......... Sincerely, Melissa.