Saturday, August 26, 2017

The scars of love

I gaze upon the dark sky. As the stars glitter and yet I sigh. Her thoughts of laughter and her eyes of glee. Remind me that she was once mine. I held her tight till the sands of time upon the hour glass made its climb. Her name on my lips were my morning cry, as I admired her beauty when she slept through the night. Her shining brown locks covered her beautiful face, the frown between her eyebrows as my arms felt her body to embrace. The pout on her lip as the cold weather hit her skin. I'd tuck her covers and realize she was my childish sin. Young and stupid were we both that we did not relate to it being love. Looking back we regret how much we miss the presence of one another. Her standing and watching me cook her a meal. Or when we'd hold eachother and pray but just not kneel. She taught me how and what was love, I thought I already knew. I was ignorant and hadn't a clue. Due is her fingers in between mine. These are moments of a few so divine. I'd write her a letter everymorning before I go about my chores. She'd call me everymorning to hear my voice with an excuse of where did you leave the keys to the door. Peace has never been a friend to her mind when I'm not in sight or two steps behind. Her favorite song rings in my head like a bell. I'd sing her to sleep everynight and she knew that so well. I was the man she looked up all her life, she was the girl that loved me and made everything right. We'd fight for an hour and I apologize all night, my place was on the sofa during each fight. To my surprise I'd find her there too as the night gets colder she'd say 'I missed you'. See these are moments of love and now memories of pain. My demons haunting me of the mistakes leaving me insane. She was my favorite part of this story I tell. Now I burn with these scars I know so well. So cherish the present for you know not what the future holds. Treasure your woman for she is more precious than silver and gold. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks