Cabin Fever

Holding Strings

10-14-03

My heart has left me hungry again.
It's choking on your scent
and I'm unable to remove its hold.
Your eyes shined as love rolled off your lips
in my direction
when we knew it was the beginning of something
lifelong and beautiful.
Now they stare at the mirror,
fixated on something else
as your makeup hides their real feelings.
You can't go so far and come so close
and turn and run in the opposite direction
when obstacles begin to pop up.
We made our promises and intentions known
through our feelings, desires and actions
even if we knew better than to let them disturb our peace.
You've left me stuck
holding the broken strings
that kept our black magic love close,
closer than I could've ever imagined.
They dangle between my fingers
like the curls across your shoulders:
twirled yet stunning,
full of your charm and charisma
and it's all I've got left
to keep our memories alive while my heart decides
when it's okay to remember
beginning how to love again.