I StillA Poem by Antonio Valentino
I Still
If you had five minutes to tell someone something that you care for but never even met, what would you say?
And so what are you waiting for?
If you only had ten minutes with this person what would you do?
And so why aren’t you doing it?
What if you had an hour, or a day?
How about, a lifetime?
Life time’s vary, don’t they?
How many moments do you think we get?
What is a moment?
Is it just a unit of time?
Or, is it a little bit more?
Or much more?
Make sure this person hears your eulogy to them yesterday, if not today.
There kind of hard to hear, when you’re already gone.
Loving you, is impossible for me not to do.
Lusting you is as easy as breathing.
It’s liking you that is going to be the most important.
How many times lately has someone sucked the life breath right out of you?
I’m talking about the good way.
Well, unless you prefer it otherwise? Hey, who am I?
If your heart doesn’t skip beats on a regular basis, or if your stomach doesn’t feel like its ready to send you a gift then something, is missing.
That some thing, usually being, someone.
This hole, where you are supposed to be, it fit’s the whole universe like a whispered notion in the ear of a star, and it is where I walk throughout the day and sleep, in its hole during the night.
And I just don’t know how much more I can bear.
All my life, I have pretty much gotten all that I worked hard for.
This is the first time I’ve been denied something I’ve so wanted, and needed.
Yes, I would like you to cry me a raging river thank you for asking, so I can jump in it.
At least for those last few moments, I would once again, feel alive.
This hurt of you not being here is a scar I just cant leave alone.
I wait until its just about healed, and then, I yank off the scab, hard!
So that the blood can run furiously, down my chest.
And onto, the floor.
Damn me for loving you so!
At first, my long road seemed shorter with you by my side.
Now, it seems to veering up into a sky over a cliff of broken oceans and arms reaching up grasping gasping warning, to go back, to go back go back!
As eruptions of black lava explode toward a sky of bones, and flesh burnt smiles and petrified tears racing toward a heaven that has closed up, its gates.
And it is with all this, I still love.
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