I Am Still Walking To Your Heart - the Reply
I’M STILL WALKING TO YOUR HEART - THE REPLY
The faint sound of footsteps lightly plays in the back of my mind,
Like an old song being swallowed by the sound of the rain
I recall your mouth close to my ear sweetly whispering words that left me lightheaded
I felt like a soul drowning in the vibrations of loud music
inebriated by the feel, addicted to the high
Have you told me that I’m beautiful lately?
Do you not see how I hang on to your every syllable?
The way I coil into your tombstone of arms where I have laid my heart to rest.
I used to call you Egypt
How my Nile would flow just from your touch
Letting out a river of melodies only angels can hear,
You never felt like captivity; you my love were the Promised Land
And I...
I was love’s slave to your every command
Have you told me that I’m beautiful lately?
Or have I become the routine you would rather avoid,
A conversation too hollow to be anything more than formalities,
You still call me baby but I have never felt further away from your heart
I never pictured that this is how we would depart out of our wholeness
My heart pushed out with no harness
Just good morning baby(s)
Like a reflex you would rather do without
Have you told me that I’m beautiful lately?
Or you’re waiting for that precise moment when heart ache meets courage and I finally understand what it means to leave
And living my life without you feels like a myth again
Your morning messages become the beat to my heart again,
And once again
I remain, wandering in the murky waters of your heart...
I wrote this as a response to my dear friend's poem titled "I am still walking to your heart"
Copyright © Danai Daisy | Year Posted 2018
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