For nearly three decades, I held you close and dear.
I waited in the night for your arrival and arose each morning, hopeful you would still be beside me, yet never dismayed when I awoke and found you not there.
I thought of you longingly, enveloping my entire being in thoughts of you.
Days that passed without a glint of your wraith, I meditated on your presence till I felt you near.
My heart never strayed in your absence, for I knew it would not be long before you returned to me.
Thoughts of you revolved around my mind so fancifully that I would giggle and speak aloud, unaware of wandering eyes and unphased by admonishing comments, for I knew you were there with me, even if no one else was recognizant of you, for you were my dearest and mine alone. Thus, it was only fitting others failed to perceive you.
For years, my love, I delighted in your presence and your being, cherishing the moments only we could sense and feel.
But alas, the truth has unfolded.
My sweet, you were merely a figment of my imagination, a vivid false reality formed of leaden angelic id, merging the celestial and loam, enkindling the most intoxicating seraphic trance.
Our end has come; depart now and never return.
~ The End
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Anne R.
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Thank you for sharing your work. It's beautiful!
This piece is so heartfelt and beautifully written. The emotions feel raw and real, drawing the reader into such an intimate journey. It’s a bittersweet and powerful expression of love and letting go! well-done. you have done a great job