He never knew you loved him,
and you stood there,
side by side, an intense silence
full of static sparks
of awkward, unbalanced emotion.
He never knew
you wrote him to be kind
and longing.
In the divide
between you, it is clear
you wrote fiction.
The voice of conscience and reason
screams
speak to him!
Ask about his travels,
his muscles,
his sister.
Your mouth is dry,
drums pound the chambers of your heart.
You do not know
if he welcomes your words.
Every moment, every breath,
is a moment, is a breath
he falls
from the lofty cirrus clouds
in your imagination.
Then, a breeze, a gust of wind
and he is gone in so many ways,
the memory erased;
a god proven to be a myth.

Nicely done!!

wow yet again

Thank you (((mt & pkd )))

poof - a shadow in darkness.