Season Finale or Series Finale
- Kent Willingham
- May 9, 2019
- 1 min read
Every love song, reminds me of you,
the melody fuels memories,
while the words ignite my frosted heart,
activating a tsunami of tears.
This bedroom, reminds me of only you,
continuously awaking to a repetitive nightmare,
equating to.....
continuous glances to my left,
my hand caressing an empty spot,
while reality cuddles with me.
These walls are boxing me in,
suffocating in a cold solitude,
searching for you, knowingly and unknowingly,
like the air I breathe.
I've become dependent upon you,
needing you to sustain my existence.
Pictures everywhere, hesitant,
I still stare, infatuated by each one,
distraught, wishing I could trade places,
to a different time, a time,
where smiles were shared,
kisses sought after, craved,
hugs, warm like sunshine,
embracing the sky.
Our favorite movies,
have no beginnings or end,
the climax would be a reward.
instead.....
the end credits scroll on loop,
my eyes fixated, hypnotized by your love,
stuck in limbo, imprisoned in purgatory
unable to escape this love,
I myself, am on auto loop.
Everyday becomes monotonous,
because everyday lived,
insinuates your absence.
Unable to escape the fact,
everything, reminds me of you.
How long will this last,
until the memories, fade to my subconscious,
until my heart, revived, re-ignited, re-pumping love,
until the tears become a calm wave,
nestled behind the white of my eyes,
a calm sea of emotions....
leaving only one of two possible conclusions,
am i swimming to you, or something new?

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