The Twelfth of Never
My, to be the last go round
last breath of a journey's dream
to find in one each filling need
to picture them in every scene
Is it really possible to love so deep
so as to last while unreceived
no gentle touch or proving glance
left wanting for the motions dance
I've heard of tortured souls that love
the ghost of those who've gone away
who spend their days remembering
again and again a never ending replay
Like vinyl records scratched and worn
replaying a line you can't take anymore
when none else seems to fit your heart
like your favorite jeans when the seams tear apart
Forever lost to live beyond
the saddest grip still holding on
a wondering still by day and night
if their missing you though out of sight
do thoughts of them rise with the dawn
do you see the sunrise in the memory of their eyes
is their smile captured in the morning light
and by noon every thought inspired
Does a sadness overtake you by pinnacle of day
knowing no one else will move you that way
when comes the dusk you ache for their touch
and the comfort of twilight is never enough
For the sunset slipped un kissed
and all you felt was what it felt to miss
the presence of the one who said goodbye
believing in time you'd be alright
What if you knew tonight
by hour of midnight stroke
your love was the thing they missed the most
and missing it at times often encroached
What vision do you think they still replay
when memories come would they ever say...
turn back the hands of elusive time
to days when that one was mine
Be brave of heart and stronger still
chances are they never will
though yet for them the same remains
their missing you and sense of pain
But my oh my to be the one
the object of desire
to be the soul who's left undone
the heart of one so full of fire
Unable to break their walls of denial
thick as granite thin as dust
so continues the madness cycle
praying they'd relent the concept of "US"
A grape will not grow on an apple tree
A sprinkler makes no dent in a sea
Though love is strong if the timing is wrong
you can't make it right with a prayer or a song
How long does tortured love hang on
inclined by phantom beliefs
Who sold them those rose colored glasses
to perceive with such disbelief
Just believe you say
some loves will never let go
never will I understand
but this one thing I know...
"The Twelfth of Never" ... A love that never let go
{This was written for my friend
who is a hopeless romantic.
Some things were not meant to be}
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2014
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