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
