It’s so painful when you realize that you’ve lived inside a virtual world of your own making.
The pictures in our minds when someone meets you . . .
Flights of fancy, idealized tender moments,
Led you from those very moments
You go inside a virtual world. Created not by codes and pixels, but by wishes, what we dreamed of long ago.
We kiss–you’re there, She smiles and you leave dreaming
We dance–our scents fill you. Your heart screaming, you recall a song–inside your head
Imaginary music to replace a fulsome, sensuous silence
More precious wordless than any lovesong. Ever
It’s when you lost her. When you left. What you missed when you did not see.
I can’t replace this lost past. I’ll find new tender presents.
Don’t be deterred by pain from lost refrains, felt not spoken, tasted, not sung.
The real world of love is more beatiful in what you see and feel right there.
It’s what you’ve always sought. It’s where she’ll always be.
The great thing about life is you can always start over. You can remake yourself, you can think about what you’ve done, really think about it and you can either change or do the same.
And, neither of those is the best choice.
The best choice is to understand WHO you are and BE that person.
Thank you to all of you for how you influenced me, to take me toward my best self, even if you led me away.
Both were/are important. We can’t find ourselves if we don’t intersect with the world, if we don’t search, if we don’t test our boundaries, which are just the edges of our connections with each other. A boundary is not a border. It is a gateway to the hearts of each of us. We can’t give of ourselves if we don’t know what we have and who we really are.
Most important, breathe. Start with love.
One more time.