“Goodbye my dear love,
for I will not see you again for some time to come
I bid you farewell my wide-eyed beauty
for I will not be able to gaze upon you for a while.”
She remained, still and serene as the
morning sun danced through the window
and dust particles floated on the tendrils of light,
he briefly kissed her and left as she sighed.
Her eyes opened, a bit of sleep still clinging to her lashes,
her mouth was still tingling from that feather soft kiss
her hair fell on the pillow where his head had laid
and the bitter-sweet truth came to her, she was alone.
Another day to be faced by herself,
another battle against life to be had
another lifetime of untold, unpredicted events
another morning that promised a breath.
But she felt it more each morning,
the loneliness, the solitude
which followed her, chained to her ankles,
like sad tones on a piano crying after her.
She still had that faint memory,
the ghost of a ghost that had spoken to her last night,
saying a farewell, kissing her goodbye
provoking the loneliness inside heart to thrive once more.
She felt it as she breathed, that almost transparent memory
of a hand caressing her cheek, of lips upon her own
of strong arms embracing her as she slept
of a voice whispering her to sleep.
“Sleep now my delicate love,
I will be gone in the morning
but all night I shall hold you tight
and be with you for a small lifetime, an everlasting heartbeat.”
And that is when she knew,
it had been a dream, that mythical remembrance
had been but a dream, but she knew deep in her soul
she would only be lonely until midnight.