i watch him sleep
watch the rising and falling
of his chest
underneath his shirt
i reach out and stroke his face
the face i have looked upon
so long i could almost carve it out
from my memory.
a tear escapes my eye
as a smile, though crooked
forms across my lips
he was once
my knight in shining armor
he was once,
the answer to all my questions
my life seemed to be alive
whenever he was around
his voice was angelic
his laughter,
music to my ears…
he was the love of my life
the one who completed me
he was the joy within me
when all else was dull
he was….
not anymore
we lost our path somewhere
we both took separate routes
without even knowing
until the day we stopped to check
and we were not by each other’s side
the distance so far
our hands could not touch
no matter how far we stretched
we looked at each other
from the distance
wanting so much to get back
to the path we shared
but so much had happened
too far we had walked
the choices were quite simple
we either go back
to where we separated
or one to go
and join the other
or we simply comtinue on our individual paths
and hope they will yet again,
cross…
that i loved him was not in doubt
that he adored me,
well, nothing could have been more obvious
but that we were at different levels
was as clear as day is
from night
or as white is from black
our goals driving us to different directions
so different that one would have been
forced to give up their dream for the other
too high a price
for anyone to pay.
and as i watched him sleep
as peaceful as a sleeping child
i knew it was over.
he would always be loved;
always be special;
maybe a forever friend,
but our journey together
had reached its destination….
Miss Adoyo 
I feel as if I am intruding on your heart space. you share your words and I feel them, as I have felt them with my own love. It seems to me you are standing still, you have reached your destination and you have reflected… as I took the path of time with you I have seen that your destination has evolved and is probably still evolving… and with that is growth. Love comes in many forms…
I have been with my love for 14 years, I have loved and hated and fought and finally I gave up. We are to be married soon and I find that my love changed, it is not a fire, merely a flame, but a single flame still burns and love always evolves.
words spoken from the heart, will always be felt in the heart…depth calls upon depth…
Tim, i love the way you kinda summarize my work. and thank you for the compliment, coming from you,means a lot…thank you for feeling it…
This isn’t just a poem. It’s a personal journey, and I ran each step to find out where it went. You have a very real talent, Imperfectous, and I loved reading this. It really spoke to my heart, and I felt the anguish and the joy and love that the woman in this poem felt. Beautiful. 🙂