The Final Chapter
I thought we were writing the final chapter of our lives.
That what we had was as real as the weather.
Making plans to meet, my fingers so lightly on her cheek.
Her holding me as no other had, teaching me to dance.
As the candlelight was begining to fade to gray.
Laying awake as she slept, my hand on her waist.
Thinking back to the hours before The love we had made till near the dawn of a new day
I told her I was too old for games, that only truthfulness would do.
Wondering if this was a gift..from a higher power far beyond the sky?
A much deserved reward, so very long overdue?
So quickly things can change, the skeletons of our pasts
Like a lion lying in the brush, preparing to feast as the sunlight fades to blinking stars above.
The return of the careless one, this voice from years before.
Doubt quickly clouding what was once sure..The vapor of a dream escaping to the heavens
Only to be replaced by confusion and the ache of a tortured soul.
I lay there listening to her breathe.. knowing the comfort I had brought
My mind racing, from what had been explained.though not in words I could understand.
Now she lie there silent, smiling in her sleep.
And Im just here watching as the hours crept closer to the sun
Had this only been a beautiful dream? One from days gone by?
The words of the day playing on an endless loop, a wound left exposed for far to long.
A question hanging in the air not unlike fog in the wind,
Would she leave this all behind like litter in the alleys of life?
I thought we were writing the final chapter of our lives..
Now, could I wake before the end of this dream? Or should I wake at all?
RJM2015
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2015
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