The Lost

Do I miss you?

Do I long to be with you?

Or is it, perhaps, the essence of your skin against mine?

Is it the way our limbs intertwine?

Do I feel like a branch without her vine?

Do I feel like a rib without a spine?

Or do I feel Sublime...

And is this poem a waste of time;

How your soul was a true companion for the uphill climb,

you made the journey more bearable, how you were always so kind.

This poem is not a waste of time.

It's a shame two lovers of past

can't reclaim the treasure of to each their own peace of mind.

I looked to the Heavens for a sign

you helped keep me safe from external and internal crime,

you helped me pick up the pieces and self refine;

Align and redefine.

You helped me find my sunshine, always so pateint and utterly kind.

You gave me permission to Deeply and sincerely Unwind;

You sat With me with an open ear in my each and every decline...

You held me down when I was ready to resign,

when I wanted to hit rewind.

I like my time and my space, but your face will never be erased.

I just wanna win my race;

I got tired of carrying an Ace.

I've never been good at slowin' down my pace

But God gave me three buckets overflowing with His Grace,

I wanted to make sure I cleared my space so I could fully embrace

And now I'm slowly dancin' up that staircase;

He Had to remove my ankle brace

So I could be Found Again in His hiding Place

And finally Soak Him In Face to Face