AGAIN
Four years. Four
years since my soul mate and I separated. His premature departure from this
life had all but left me without a reason to cling to mine. Degenerative Heart failure
was the cause. But how? A Heart that beat so vibrant and strong for me, had
struggled, and then failed, to beat strong enough for him. Songs of praise and
worship served as a healing elixir for my mourning as you were delivered back
to the rich Mother earth from which you came.
In the days since your exodus, I longed to be with you. Again, to see the
sparkle that was always apparent in your soft, brown eyes. Again, to feel the
sensual touch of a man that only his woman could feel. Again, to laugh at that
five o'clock shadow you always tried to pass off as a close shave. The vessel
has been broken, and returned to its maker. Yet, the sweet contents are ever
present.
You said you'd always be with me, and again, you've kept your word. The pain
and anguish brought on by your passing have been washed away by his arrival in
a rejuvenating wave of love that has swept me from the shores of discontent to
the open seas of a new tomorrow. The physical similarities are that of night
and day, which are just fine with me. Transition, I find, is easier that way.
And although the traits, mannerisms, and habits are there, he still brings a
uniqueness that reminds me in unspoken terms, the differences of past and
present.
They say the eyes are the mirrors of the soul. And looking deep into his, I can
still see deep into yours. And if I look deep enough, I can see the sparkle
that seems to have never left. Deep enough to feel more than comfortable with
the sensual touch of another. Deep enough to laugh at the close shave he always
tries to pass off as a five o'clock shadow. In the days since your exodus, I
longed to be with you. Now, no longer do I long... I am.