• its time for bed she said
    as she looks for her bear
    she puts it to bed
    in its proper place
    and climbs into her own.
    as i watch the scene play out before me
    as slow as the sun dawns
    it dawns on me that the little girl is me
    holding on to the past like she holds on to the bear
    stunning as the newborn sun, i realize
    there is nothing i can do except hold my head high and run
    i run and run and run
    for as i run i forget
    forget my hardships, forget my pains, forget my sufferings
    the only thing that matters is my constant breathing and the
    pounding of my feet on the hard hard ground beneath
    i slow as i reach a house, a lonely little house
    sitting on a hill
    i wonder who lives there
    i open the door and walk in to the quaint living room
    an old woman, the familiar stranger of my future, turns to the old man beside her
    love embraces her frail face.
    again, slow and beautiful like the moons slow assention to the blackened sky
    i realize the pain is only temporary
    and though now i cry myself to sleep at nite
    it shall pass, it has to pass
    for how can i meet my one true other half
    if this one refuses to stop wallowing in its past
    for that is all love should be,
    the completetion on the whole
    with two beings who understand eachother
    completly and wholly