My soul aches for the lesson of you.
Ego seeks to control and manage against what is.
Glimpses of perfection hang in the air like the scent of you after your gone.
Brief moments of freedom when nothing mattered in the world but the two of us.
No clamour of the past or noise of the future.
My reality based on perception instead perception creating what I see.
Was any of it really what I believed?
Or was the story mine alone?
Wanting to make something what it will not be.
Sending light across time and space in hopes to heal a heart that is not mine to heal.
Wishing the switch to turn on the fuel to ignite your flame to burn as bright as it’s meant to be.
Waiting for your words and actions to mirror back at me what I feel for you.
Exhausted by indecision.
Needing to just be truly seen by you.
Tears fall on my pillow.
Wishing, wanting and needing cannot free a heart from the bondage of it’s past.
The change must come from within.