Looking back I know I should have said so
I should have sung a last lullaby
I should have hugged you, should have kissed you
Instead you heard an unspoken goodbye
You came to me when it was not yet time. I was young and not ready to be who I needed to be. But when I looked into your eyes that first time I knew that I could wether any storm, you see. I could be a rock, a cliff, a mountain, a moon. You were my sun. That smile you gave me and me alone; I knew it had begun
We shared meals, shared the bed, shared our time, shared our rest. And it was never tiring. You kept on smiling. And I kept on smiling. I spun you round and we roared with fun. But when I sang to you that lullaby, I knew it had begun.
When you were hurt I was the first to jump. When you couldn't sleep, I was there. You could dictate me what to do, I couldn't care less of what others thought, our love could not compare to what they saw and said. They could not see that I bled.
Our times together were always short. But I knew you were in good hands. You had the hands of god to guide you, help you, sing to you, love you. But I would always miss you. You, the one who held my heart like no other could, who inspired my dreams like no mortal should. Yes, our time together was brief, but for those sweet moments of relief you were mine and I was yours.
But faith and I had other plans. Soon God chose to turn away from me and it took you away from me. It left me gasping. It left me constricted. Because it was my direct connection to you and I couldn't shift it, those horrid feelings of being alone, of being away from you, my heart. Where would I start? Who would sing to you the lullaby of the little fish, being warned not to bite the hook? My whole world shook.
I can't even remember the last time I sang to you our lullaby. And even though time ticks by slowly, counting days into weeks and weeks into months, I try. I will always try. The pain of being apart from you is like being set ablaze in the cold vacuums of space. I cannot breathe. I save up every piece of oxygen I have to the moment I can embrace you again, and sing to you the words I have always sung.
My dearest one.
I know I should have said more that day.
I know I should have sung one final lullaby.
I never meant for you to lose me...
I never meant to say goodbye.
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Sic Parvis Magna - A Poetry collection
Poesia"Greatness from Small Beginnings" This is a collection of all the poems I've written in the past, present and will write in the future. There is no limit to what the mind creates. Nor is there a limit on Poetry.
