dearest love

03/2013

it is the small things that I miss the most

the days laying beside you talking like old friends

kissing your forehead as you fell asleep in my arms

the shallow rising of your chest, I cherish every breath shared

the depths of your glance through the bathroom mirror

you laughing back at me as I watched you brush your hair

the way we clung to each other in the face of hell

no matter the cost, all the way to the bitter end

now that reunion is futile in this lifetime

I look forward to the splintering of my speeding heart

don't be afraid, let me go

so that I may sit on the banks of Jordan

falling into a restful sleepytime state

that I will dwell in

until your kiss comes and wakes me up

again

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Joshua, stop bringing tears to my eyes... You have obviously gone through something life changing in the past two years since last.I was on here. Once again I relate in ways that im sure are different from yours but the longing for your love is the same. Maybe I don't have to write just read your poems and I'll make it through this tragedy im'm going through. This is beautiful work the last lines " falling into a restful sleepytime state that I will dwell in until your kiss comes and wakes me up again" perfect!!!!

[Frontier]

"I look forward to the splintering of my speeding heart" - dark, effective line. I can feel the pain searing through here.

[Anita Singh]

This is so deep and intense. Really touches your core. I absolutely loved very bit of it. Great work!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

This is such a poignant poem- I adore it! Your little observations seem so lifelike and realistic, as if they can appear in anyone's lives.

And I think it's brilliant you included a romantic picture of yourself and a woman to represent this piece- that made this poem seem even more heart-wrenching as I read it for the first time.

xx

[Draven]

A brilliant poem. I really connected with it.

[Violetta Alexis]

Sounds like a very profound relationship. Curious to know what Jordan is? Or is Jordan the name of the person in your poem?

[joshua deathdealer]

It is a river in the Middle East..In old text they use the river Jordan as a metaphor for death. Thank you so much for you reviews. xx

[Violetta Alexis]

Ah, I see. Love it. Keep writing!