Pondering the before
My words may not have always been honest, but my dream-esque feelings had to have shone through and still grasped ahold; for you believed.
I knew this of myself at least; Words: a game to be played that we both played and paid, well.
Through-out it all, without doubt: I loved.
All that was you– especially when, you knew I didn’t.
All Faults and Halos t’was us I loved.
Words could never describe the love I held and deeply felt for you and for us; only shape the road we were to feel with hands, whilst blinded, as we traveled together for a while– and then parted.
I felt loved by you, even more desperately as we were wrought upon every rocky crossroads we came upon.
Even more charmingly when we were just in the same room, taking a hiatus from the game of words.
Most strongly when we came to its winding end.
And though years have passed, Love has yet to be glimpsed, since.
I know.
I know not how to love with words, because what I knew, it now seems all a charade.
I know my heart is honest.
Because I don’t know how to love with words, I exist in a floating state of waiting.
Until then, I’m sorry but I can’t find you myself.
I am mute and silent as the frozen dawn for I await one with whom I can be taught again how to walk and Talk with, upon this path of Love,
Because, I still somehow, believe.
