Blue Cat Tales - GRIEF

GRIEF


When I told you I loved you

I was afraid.

Afraid you had not heard
the words that I had said,
scared that you might not have felt the feeling
that I felt and knew was there
   ( Did I see you look up at the ceiling
   With an “I’m not here with you.” kind of stare? ).

You looked so petite and dainty
laying naked, under me, in the bed.
It stirs my soul to insanity
with visions of angels and devils in my head.

I just find it hard to believe
that you loved me as I do you.
And every night I grieve
at the thought that we are through,
that what we shared has come to an end.

The thoughts and touches, dances and glances
   - my life would have been empty without them.