I'm nothing without you. My nights are devoid of stars. The crystal ball I stare into is dark. The warmest sleep is cold without you next to me. You are the other struck from me by the gods. My impenetrable fortress has a secret door left unlocked and open for only you. Seasons blur without you to mark them. In defiance of recollection, there isn't a moment of life without your scent.
You're gone.
Where on the spectrum can I find your absence? There is music, and you are there. There is the carefree, and I hear your voice. Where I sense boundaries, I see you breaking them. When I feel trapped, I watch you escape. My fear lives with yours. You kick me in the morning, a proud fight I admire from under furrowed brows. You are who I was, and who I hope to see overcome that memory.
You're gone.
Fighter. Scrapper. You wear your badges of courage in your eyes as well as your heart. Striving where others surrender, feeling where others seize, exploring where others fear to look, your strength is beyond mine. A cloak of reminiscence drapes you without burden. Looking into your eyes reflects past my view, into places my imagination cannot tread. I'm humbled as I'm filled with pride - with you.
You're gone.
And I consider myself bereft?
Posted by Matt at March 15, 2005 12:06 AMRight gentlemanly of you, sir. Quite right.
Posted by: Matt at March 15, 2005 08:06 PMHello,my name is Simon. I like to do drawerings.
Matt old boy. I'm right here ready to pour another drink into your tumbler.
Posted by: Simon at March 15, 2005 05:01 PM