Sometimes you don’t recognize what you have until it is gone…
Sometimes you don’t say what you feel because of how it was received in the past…
Sometimes we all make mistakes…
I know I have…
She lives…
She lives in my mind,
Mistress to my soul,
A victim of my judgment,
A blessing put on hold…
She breathes…
My every word,
Savors my every thought,
Waits for me patiently…
I am the mental image of love that she has somehow lost…
She searches…
For answers to why I am who…
And how to unlock the power of my love,
Hoping I am really all of her dreams come true…
She prays…
I stimulate more than her physical to a paranormal state,
That I could care for her on deeper levels,
And it’s not just with the concept of love that I infatuate…
She whispers…
My name throughout her slumber,
An unconcious attempt to speak into existence all things beautiful…
She wakes…
Clenching pillows still repeating my name,
Napoleon…Napoleon???
Not knowing if I am serious,
Or merely playing love games…
She cries…
As she feels my motions move slowly,
Defeated by time,
Prepared to let go…
She leaves…
And I…
I am now…
Alone…
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