• You are thinking of me

    by  • August 4, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 4 Comments

    but do you realize why?
    It’s actually quite simple
    In those moments
    Those moments you should just enjoy
    Enjoy for what they are with whom they are
    You think of me
    Yes, you even show it
    Say it
    Tell me
    “I thinking of you”

    Why do you think this is?

    You know it
    You know the truth

    Really, I can’t be the one to tell you

    but yes,
    I feel it too

    No matter where
    No matter what
    No matter how right everything appears to be
    No matter how full
    No matter how wonderful

    You are the one I am thinking of

    Why do you think this is?

    I won’t tell you your own reasons
    I will tell you mine

    I love you
    and nothing
    and nobody

    can ever be the substitute
    A substitute
    to truth and belonging

    It’s not what anybody chooses to be right or wrong

    Right and wrong is simply what it is
    and that’s

    That my love
    is the truth

    You are thinking of me
    I am thinking of you

    Even if the day comes that we won’t express this anymore

    It will always be this way
    There will always something be missing
    It’s US

    4 Responses to You are thinking of me

    1. Bridge
      August 4, 2013 at 9:48 am

      You do know there is a remedy for this, right? There is, right? Togetherness is the cure and thinking about you incessantly is the disease. Though I doubt togetherness would so much cure that as add a large amount of fuel to the fire. We could try it, though. πŸ˜‰

    2. charlene
      August 4, 2013 at 10:37 am

      I can relate this is sweet and true in my situation I am thinking of them everday all the time no matter what im doing πŸ™‚

    3. author
      August 4, 2013 at 11:30 am

      A fire that will easily escalate to a never before seen wildfire, potentially destroying much in it’s path, yet within those flames eternal peace. There is no trying either, once this step is made there will never be a going back.

      I think that’s what he fears most while I’m not scared at all, not even a little bit πŸ™‚

      Wondering, how far would you go dear, Bridge? Would you take it all? The good, the bad and the all in between? Are you ready for it, or as ready as one can ever be? Would you be strong enough? Are your eyes wide open to gasp and see it all (not just the pink elephants in the pretty blue sky)?

      I love when I get comments on my posts, when others relay, or like you think/wish my words were to them. Whispering *there is mooooore out there, mooooore of us and happiness beyond comprehension does exsist* πŸ˜€

    4. Bridge
      August 5, 2013 at 12:48 am

      How far would I go? As far as it takes, I suppose.
      Would I take it all? In a heartbeat.
      Am I ready? I am as ready as a person can possibly be, I think. I could be wrong on this, however.
      I have said it to him clearly in a million different ways… whatever he wants, that is what I will give to him.

      I already know happiness beyond my wildest dreams. To share it with him would be heavenly. The rest of it does not matter to me.

      I think in my case, I have already passed the point of no return. I find that I do not mind it at all.

      You poem is lovely, by the way.

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