The-Midnight-Artist

do you hear it missing, too? the 'amen' at the end of farewell prayers said between agnostics, you filled that space with more prayer with more amen than amen with 'we will meet again.'

Every moment of You is Rich and has enriched me, and each kiss of your lips has been bliss. I cannot count the days on hands that we have held together but No amount of time can measure how Precious every second spent together Has been, my sun, namesake of the Sun Himself-- I will be your Orpheus should Hades take you from me--gods forbid-- Every breath we breathe together is perfect and I will walk Backwards into the Underworld to keep you here with me, my Sun, shining treasure in my hoard.

I have given birth to beautiful secrets that I am afraid of and in absolute love with. Conceived in possessory bliss; three lovers tangled in a foolish sacred orgy. I suffer, silent in anxiety and adoration the one as soul-wracking as the other, waging a war inside me no one will ever know. I reach out one hand and pull back the other, He stayed, always, and he left, giving me a two-edged sword with his Goodbye. I feel pJaOiYn and weep, awe-fully.

the mouth that spoke in tongues and whose whispers kissed dandelions that delivered them to me on the wind has gone silent i have waited patiently; a monk listening for the Word of God my prayers: desperate love letters missing a flower gone missing from the world my pain became angry and i lapsed in faith; it hurt less to forget your name than to face the fact that you left and still when your messenger echoed your agony to me, i prayed: love love love i swallowed every ounce of splitting, every angry word i would spit at you in the second it took to hear the tears you both cried i would never lie about my love, and i love my Lo

Can-and-string phone spanning the gap between remote homes, housing hearts over 402 miles apart, where hands reach desperately out across the lonely Earth for something like comfort, our ears picking up what love our arms can't send far enough yet.

Love me, please, while I am broken and being broken down-- Offering you my survival in spite of statistics, my stubborn will to Keep fighting when there is nothing left to fight for. I will wander in my confusion--but I will still stumble back to who You are and who I am with You.