You Have

Have you become a part of me yet?

Secretly.

For I feel your every heart beat,

Throbbing love through my veins.

For I feel your every breath,

Warming me up in the shivering draft.

Gently.

Have you left your mark on me yet?

For I see the scar on my wrists.

A wound that I feel yet the world doesn't see.

For the pain doesn't seem to heal,

And deepens every passing clock.

Torturing.

Our souls are still entwined,

The shreds holding on in the passing storm.

Have you left yet?

Have you not nowhere to go then?

Then to me you return.

Every time an eternity of heartache ends.

Regret.

That Dream

There comes a morning every few days that I wake up from a dream longing for you. Sometimes I finally have you and sometimes I stand in a corner waiting for you to recognize me. The excruciating wait. The uncountable number of years that have slipped by and I still wait for you. The doors of finality had shut a long time back, yet my heart just doesn't give up. Somewhere in some tiny corner is a tiny sliver of hope that you may recognize this love. The only true love I ever had. With the wrong man. Tragedy is the play of this world. Sad beginning to a apprehensive life. How does one get over this intense longing of the only person who never recognized you? A cruel play. No matter how hard you try to end the story, the empty spaces never fill.