Sunday, July 18, 2010

Her tell


There were times when I'd sit and watch her write for hours upon hours, wondering when, if ever

she'd take pause

if not to simply live a little bit

yet she continued


I gently inquired

as to why

uncertain the answer wouldn't devastate

knowing that unlike most

she'd reveal


It harmed

I fell

because it wasn't a story

it was a tell

her tell


Of the love that she longed for

years of longing

for the everything that I could not provide

not monatarily mind you

time

time that I refused

promises that had been left unfulfilled


I read

after she had fallen asleep

next to the computer

slaying words

things that I never wanted to believe

of myself



I read

elated to hear the words

that had eluded me for what seemed to be eternity

I had decidedly given up

ceased praying for what heaven denied me

knowingly

for I felt un deserved

of a love such as hers


I happened upon the prose

in one incredible moment

I felt transformed

she had found me

at last


I was left with the search

which took me from Germany

to the US

worth the travel

the time


I met her

purely by chance

amazed, I promised myself that I'd never let her go

Now I wasn't certain as to how I'd keep this promise

but

I didn't come here to lose

I came to provide my time

my promise


Elated

to have been found

she tearfully cried

confided that she had felt lost...

torn apart by duty,responsibilty

and a wanderlust for life


I spoke of my home

wondering if she too

longed for the warmth of hearth

exhilarated

when she afforded me this gift to her

saddened

hearing her goodbyes

to all that she knew


By the warmth of the fires blaze

she began to write

it's who she is afterall

the words filled me with joy

she loved

me


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This week was incredibly tough, taxing. The work this week swamped and though I love it, at times it feels that there isn't enough time in the day to accomplish the copious amount of tasks.

I'm looking forward to its completion, subsequent release.

I wanted to thank the latest responses flooding through the mail, always a welcome surprise.

Well once again, I must return to the work that I hold in such adoration.


Hope you enjoyed the prose. I always like the bitter sweet...


Bless your week and those that you hold dear.


From my hand to yours,


Sawyer

Saint Andrews