It was merely a matter
of when
or who first.
Letting go.
Feather light touch of fingertips
Soft pressure of lips meeting lips
marks the final contact
of a connection which
was never meant to subsist.
He goes his way...
I go mine.
Eyes telling a silent story
of an era we spent entangled
in each other's warmth
that meant more to me
than they should have.
Heart sighing at the
imminent absence
of your presence
which I allowed to become
my source of comfort
and my retreat of calm.
Body instantaneously
rebuffing your departure;
Tortured by the knowledge
that it will no longer be
fulfilled by you,
touched by you,
held by you.
Letting go.
My mouth forms an
unspoken goodbye
as my body wills
itself to accept
the whens
the whys.
My heart's heavy
my mind's numb.
I did that which
I knew I shouldn't -
I fell in love with him
in a way that now
jeapodizes my sanity.
I have to let him go.
It was bound to happen;
It was merely a matter
of when
or who first.
of when
or who first.
Nekisha CD Lewis
14.12.2011
