Dearest

Loss of love, love of the lost after loss.

Upon the breeze with wings out,

I dream of flight.

Uninhibited by the clutches of gravity,

I soar aimlessly.

My mind,

free.

My body,

free.

My soul,

elated with the idea of eventually being free.

Days have come and gone,

my will has come and gone,

my love,

my love.

I think of love and gain perspective.

was it...

my fault?

Did I force it into nonexistence?

My tension,

frustrating,

but answers refuse to show their selves.

Molting,

feathers taking their leave,

leaves me where?

What is new to come?

These questions are heavy on my back,

and my means of flight are falling away from me,

like the dying memories of everything.

It was me,

I know it as I fall that I was the one who pushed.

In damn near free fall I realize too late,

you were there.

You saw me beyond my surface.

My arms will always remember how you felt even though they will forever be empty of you.

My eyes flutter open,

the proverbial flood gates opening as I feel the hot tears run down my face.

To dream is to aspire to heaven,

where you watch over.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Incredibly emotive and palpable Jason. Raw and visceral with a soft edge that wrenched my heart :)

[Einstein Noodle]

whew! fresh pain as summer rain ..your poem cuts to the quick ..through flesh and blood ..so many thing i relate to in your lines ..from time to time i have flying dreams and they are the absolute best!! i grieve waking from them ;) but they all end eh!? if this is about you ..i am so sorry for this loss and for the pain ..it sucks .. such a human and universal write .. wouldn't change anything about it
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[Chris]

I was here and sent a note.