THIS PAIN

THIS PAIN

it's been two weeks without sun; rain depresses most people. actually,
the sky is despondent because of my attitude, weeping in sympathy.
this is also a cleansing, a preparation for what is meant to be.
i left the comfort of my home devoid of passion and my genderless identity
to grow old with you. along with my freedom, i left loneliness behind, the fee
that paid for it. everything has a price; being celibate was a measure of
safety.

if you want rainbows, you get wet. i used to walk on water, could see
past the clouds, hear the symphony of the spheres, experience eternity…
such little things! what i long for is your reflection in my mirror, coffee
colored skin next to mine, the scent of cloves and cardamom, sharing tea
as hot as your breath when you whisper in my ear, the way you tease me,
and time to discover every aspect of your kaleidoscopic personality.

before we met i thought i was happy alone, but never realized how empty
my life was without you. this once colorless world is an endless variety
of tints and hues; you are the prism that paints my heart in rays of gold. we
found each other against all odds, witnessed miracles, challenged destiny;
is it not to be expected that each moment apart is unspeakable agony?
but oh, how i love this pain that binds us, burning like a bittersweet
testimony!

~ Broken Wings ~

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