THE MISSING

   It was the best of times……………………….

Realisation of a feeling so deep,

Heart & mind racing

interrupted deep sleep,

Thoughts, words and endearments tumbling 

from lips

that just longed to touch & to kiss

this stranger, 

who’d appeared in my midst.

Yearning & longing & pain……so much pain,

For a love that was distant

That may never come again.

Bitter sweet dreams,  

Snatched words, racing hearts,

Constant thoughts of living apart.

Words explicit & emotional, 

A high, not known before.

A wave of erotic love together

on an imaginary romantic shore. 

Passion flaring like a red hot flame

Knowing………

Life would surely, never be the same again. 

Spring became summer,

Away in sunny climes

Still painful & pining…………surely not the best of times?

   It was the worst of times…………………….

Messages unanswered,

No time for a chat, 

Too much contact, no more time for all that.

No more love & endearments, 

Snatched words, racing hearts,

Just brisk notes of indifference,

A heart torn apart,

Left on the doorstep, not told to come in,

Disappeared, gone…………….in the beat of a wing.

No more music

No more laughs,

No more talking

When the daylight hours have passed,

No more Treasure, goodnight,

Sleep tight,

 no more…………..

Just a glimmer appears,

When the day turns to night, or loneliness touches your soul.

You think of this girl

 but it quickly turns cool,

Like frost on the window of hope

or 

ice on a deep sheltered pool.  

Your expression of missing is fleet,

It appears in your consciousness,

And in the space of your heartbeat

has disappeared……….. gone

All feeling extinguished

like the flame of a distant memory

or an old forgotton  song.

 It was pure while it lasted,

Never thought it would end,

Hard to go from a lover

 To, well,………. just a friend.

All trust has gone,

All faith swept aside, 

A deep yearning for something

swept away on the tide.

Please tell, how to mend a broken heart,

How to erase a memory, 

For I  know not where to start.

To forget all that has gone before,

Now you’ve finally closed that door.

This gentle shadow still walks by your side,

This girl who may have been your bride,

Still watching & caring from the wings,

Missing the love that made her heart sing.

Virginia Saunders June 2010

A  follow on from the last poem, when suddenly, it all turns sour,  and the  door closes on the relationship. A couple of very sad poems.