Words Fail...

I have had writers block since you wrote me.
How can I write when the words fail me?
Can't seem to express...anything.
I go through my days as if I am looking through a one way mirror,
Lost in thought....lost in memories and some bitterness.

It didn't have to be this way. I could have said something different.
Could have said so may things but in the end....
I just didn't.
What was the point?

I knew it was over, even when my lips touched yours
and my hands moved over familiar passions....
Familiar feelings....
Familiar love.

I wept as I watched you leave because in my heart, I sensed it was the last time...
My heart ached for days later because I didn't say what I so desperately wanted to say.

Now I can write because the words don't fail me anymore.

At first I wanted to tear you down,
I wanted to hurt you so badly for how I felt...
but to what end?

It has taken me a week to write this poem and even now....
I don't know what to say that will make me feel...
closure...release..?

I have not found peace from this.

You know

Oh I miss the lips that electrify mine,
The pull and tug on my nipples,
The scars that I trace with my finger tips...
I remember all that is beautiful about you.

The ease of conversation and words and lust and romance
the peace was sweet and gentle

Then you left and I felt that pain of separation.
No other has ever made me feel the way you make me feel....
There has been little conversation since you left, as we both know it will elicit pain

Sleep is elusive...I am up at 4 am laundering my sheets to remove
your scent.
hoping it will ease what I feel but I remember whispering to you
"You are my heart" and your answer back....
Sweet tears of want fall from my eyes.
I remember all that is beautiful about you.

I need to write this or I will never sleep again...my love
My ode to you...my heart speaks to your heart....
you know all that I know....
I will not write of this again....