This last time

Just something that came to me at work

The last time I ripped you from your packaged you brought forward a feeling of peace.

I held on to this warmth for I never knew this before.

Then I had to tear another one out.

As I lay here thinking about you, all I can think is.

You gotta hold on me.

Something noone can touch.

You bring to me this intense feeling of comfort.

The smile that I smile I have not felt in ages.

I cry for this feeling often.

Only you know what I need.

Only you carry my burdens away.

I can't let you go, I feel I musn't.

You hold me up like noone has.

I thank you.

 

Still there are times when the tears just follow.

I feel the smile creates a path for the tears to flow down.

Nothing else fits in those grooves like my tears.

 

This heavy feeling has never left me It's been around for ages. With it comes this intense feeling of regret that I don't let loose. Regret for what? That is what I think. I love my life. It's the only one I have at this moment where I can think back and forward if I choose to. It's my life. Noone deserves it like I do. Still it lingers there. Hot, full of dark clouds. Just lingering like a piece of bacon in front of a dogs view, while being told no.

That feeling is there. When I go visit with Mary, it runs.

 

Please rain on me. Rain on me so noone sees these tears.