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I miss the sight of your face.
And the sound of your voice.
It's by choice that I now miss them.
Rather than meeting with you still.

I miss our conversations.
The one-sided hesitation on my part.
The emotions that were laid bare.
And the offers that may or may not
still stand.

I half wish there was a way.
There'd come a day the walls come down.
In that distance turns direct.
With face beholding face.

I half hope there was a way.
There'd come a day the curtains raise.
In that our lines intersect
outside cyberspace.

That day may never come.
Our feelings might've passed.
But some residue remains in me.
As does the half-chance
that we fulfill what we began.

Am I alone in this?
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Radiant, tempting and forgiving.

I am forlorn and lingering.

Shifting in and out of joy.

And despair. 

You ask, questions I don’t have answers to.

Deep and dark they are sometimes.

Loving and tender, they are sometimes.

Do I dare dance this dance with you.

A dance of blade and roses.

One soft and beautiful, simple and elegant.

One sharp and dangerous, even deadly.

When either clash there is a meaning.

Only one may draw blood or bring a spark.

Start a fire.

Prick a finger.

Which are you?

What is your intention.

Deadly?

Or something else.

For long I had wavered.

For long I had jostled.

Empty is my purpose now.

I no longer wait.

I no longer wonder.

My heart will want, for its wanton.

My soul dark because its sun has died.

A void has formed to swallow all existence.

Accept yours, accept you.