or having to give you up
or having to give up one single thread
from the tapestry that has become
my hopes and dreams where you are concerned,
no matter how far fetched or far away they are...
those thoughts-- snuff out part of
my very soul
like cruel wet fingers
snuffing out a candle
in the window of my heart.
I see the future in your bright eyes.
I hear my own thoughts coming out of your lips.
I smell a profound healing of the spirit standing close to you.
I feel how warm tomorrow can be when I touch you.
And yet... and yet
I taste the salt of my own tears
as I write this.
© Ray Cattie
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