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"