The years of daydreaming with irrational fairytales, the voided advise about worth and standards I never heard

The watching others fake their love and trying to mimic it to graduate into their circles of pain

The confusion - Oh the confusion! of a tormented lover striking my soul for his failures

And me pushing ever pushing some poor boy into a man he will never be, always going against the grain.

 

Gone.

 

The nights of ranting flawed fleeting wisdom et’ nasuim that was only wise if it had landed months before

The mirror talks.  That wretch that told lies even when she knew they were overflowing deceit

And the well intentioned lies, from an ignorant heart that knew no better than to keep score

Always walking about like the battle had been won!  Hear me roar! from the grave of defeat.

 

Gone.

 

The years of learning alone.  The years I spent on my own digging into the truth of  Love

Letting it all be enough.  The bed was cold, but more, my heart was deflated.

The years of Sundays where I never let on.  The private prayers that lifted my empty to God above

I did not know then.  How could I?  I accepted that I may never know or share what He created.

 

Gone.

 

You crashed into me.  Like a runaway galaxy colliding into my prayers and lonely.

Space and time shifted and moved about in a violent dance where Love was drawn

Love as God intended did not come easy, but it came and wiped the slate clean of agony

And all the lies and ignorance were pushed aside.  The sadness that I may never have known this Love - gone!

 

It is all a wonder and Life with a true angel here on earth until one of us is called up.