Why Does My Soul Linger In This?
I have questions.
I reach for you, for it, for the idea--knowing in reality you are not there.
I want my soul to stop reaching.....grabbing air then Ah! I stagger because you are with me inside the ether of my heart. Aghast, I still want you here-now, not there-then.
I don't like it.
I don't want the nagging, pondering within me to continue, painfully aching the chasm of absence, reflectively reminiscent of "what if's," and "what could've or should've or would've been," because my soul craves for connection and creation.
The crevasse of life with you
The gift of memories of your beam