Patience, my dear

And though she may live in reality
Her life is made up of fiction
In her fairy tale of color
There exists no sign of black or white
Each wall torn down by dreams
Every road paved with imagination
Of nothing becomes everything
If only the seed is allowed to grow.


To speak

I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me how much you love me. How much you care. I need the words to leave your mouth and come from your heart. I need them to touch my soul. I need to embrace them. I need you to tell me. To tell me how we met, how we cared for another, how we loved, each day, each month, each year that passed. I need your words to comfort my…my questioning soul of confusion. I need to understand. This is what you want. This is what you need. I am what you want. I am what you need. I am who you love. I need you to tell me how much you love me and I need to be able to tell it to you back. Please, if it’s the last thing you do, if it’s the last words we ever share together. Tell me. Tell me it was love.

Where we walk

I walked with you by your side
Day in and day out
Not questioning the path
Or if our story was right

I trusted each line you said
After dark in no light
Thinking truth was spoken
With every chapter we read

As our tale unfolded
Taking turns for the worse
I still held on to us
Believing this was how it would be molded

And as changes stormed
I kept on reading each phrase
Hoping we would see
A whole new world to be explored

As each story has a beginning
Every day followed by night
We closed our book
Separating us as the ending.