Ohmmy

Seeing Me

Seeing Me
Timidly perched on the brink of
Saying those three words
That will never again mean
What they have -- unless said to you.

Looking shyly over the edge,
Of what has been and
Stumbling blindly towards what will be
with you...or without.

Ripping my heart out
As I find your eyes, blind to me,
But to no one else.
Remembering your touch
Recalling your scent
Reaching into the depths of my soul to find
One tiny, miniscule shard of broken hope,
Which does not and will never exist
Without you by my side...
Breathing my air.
Holding my hand.
Seeing me.
-EMC2003