You are still not here.
I keep looking just hoping to hear your voice.
A sound that is so familiar that even the birds start to sing.
Just to hear your breath as it makes the house alive once again.
Thinking about the time when the moon would cry, and you said it was a sign.
You never said what kind, and my mind never thought to ask.
Then it hits me that I am living in a fantasy.
This is not wonderland.
This is real life and I now heart is slowing drowning from the pain.
A pain that will live with me until my dying days.
What have I done to you?
What did I do to hurt you?
Why are you mad?
Why are you leaving me?
Look at what you have done to me.
These are the questions that run through my mind as I watch you sink lower and lower.
I will never be able to hear the answers.
Yet I will still have questions.
As you are slowly disappearing so are the dreams I want to tell.
The story has finally end, and I am starting to see the end.
It is starting to feel true to me.
I still do not believe that this is true.
It is the dream that I never knew would come.
The life that has brought so much pain is starting to bring joy.
Knowing that what could be is happening.
The only thing missing is love.
Love for oneself is hard to find.
Love for others is growing inside, and not letting it catch the breeze from the door you hide.
To love oneself will be a journey.
This is the time to be alive and you are taking it in stride.
Tomorrow things might change, but today you just hope they stay the same.
You are falling for the person you never like.
You are starting to believe in you, and it is a blessing to see.
Where have you been?
I have been searching for you day and night.
Granted I did not do it alone.
I always had someone on myside.
Someone that always had the guided light.
A light that never fades even when I do.
My guide is a person that seldom gets praise until it is too late.
Yet they are always there.
The name is one that we all know so well.
Will you call it or are you too shame to say a thing.
The answer is in your hands.