sand

the silencing
of your voice...
and all that remains
an echo
like a haunting
it wasn't my choice.

the letting go
of your hand
what that fully means
i don't yet understand
it wasn't my plan.

the setting of my eyes
on your face
no more
only floating images
in my mind
and dreams
i try to capture them
and hold them
till they fade...with time

the tears in my eyes
for your demise
and my heart so broken
for words left unspoken
will i float above them?
will it make me wise?

the passing of time
of trying
to leave you behind
of being so lost
without you
should i keep on trying?

the dreams i dreamed
of you and me
i couldnt reach them
or make them come true
there wasn't enough time
for me, for you

living...
for a time
my heart -
you inside

i'm just breathing
not alive
my love
i cannot find..............


angie blackschleger

6/17/09

what a waste

i've had this blog for 3 years