PLEASE hear my words, feel my PAIN (not exactly a poem).

I meet you in the heavens and you embrace my spirit. You show my your sorrows as I show you mine. You stroke my hair and gently touch you finger to my lips....softly kissing them. The melody for me in your heart rings out clearly and fills me full. With comotion all around us, those blue eyes stay focused upon mine. Never, not once, does your head turn to see the comotion. You do not even realize there is anything going on around us. I tell you my hardship in great detail; You weep for me. With the touch of my hand, you know all is forgiven. Then, as if carressing my every part, you examine with great intrest the contents of my mind and heart, and then I yours. You take my hand and softly kiss it as if to say, "Forever my love!" Just as my heart begins to yearn for those words, you take my hand to your heart and say, "Forever my love...I promise you....forever!" My heart begins to boil, and our spirits join. Then we smile ginuenly while gleaming into one another's eyes.

I begin to hear something. I try to ignore it.
IT'S GETTING LOUDER.
He is fading as I am sinking. I try to stop it and hold on longer, but it is useless...for I am completely helpless.

I pull myself up and throw on my robe...begginning it all. When I finally get home, I call you and you reluctantly come over. You smile politely at me, and then we sit for awhile. My heart bleeds out tou you, but you cannot hear it's voice. You do not even turn my direction. When our heavy eyes finally meet, mine are pleading, and yours show disgust. I try to repeat myself again, leting my hear cry out to you, but much louder this time. You lash out at me because you hear me this time. You don't want to see my tears. You'd rather not know what lies in my heart. I try to find what is in your heart as I have time after time, but you respond to what my intuition knows is a lie. I ask of your feelings, and you say you have none. You say you never think about me, but I know you do.

As I am waiting for you to give my heart a crumb of left over, spoiled food from the plate of love, knowing I'm starving and my stomach has beagan eating itself....You say, "Bye. Gotta Go!" I try to hold on to your anklesand beg you to feed me, but....
You tell me I haven't earned it yet,
and you LEAVE ME STARVING FOR THE LOVE YOU GAVE ME FOR years.
I throw my robe on , and go back....to dream of our love lost once again.

(Please read my other story and it will explain this perfectly)