In This Cold Reality... Poem by Wesley Mincin

In this cold reality

In this cold reality,
I see myself yearning to be embraced,
to have your arms wrap around me,
to comfort me from this fear of failure.
But in this cold reality,
I realize that you exist in cyberspace.
You are a picture,
written words,
and a single phone call,
that I repeat in my mind,
again and again.
In this cold reality,
I gaze into ocean blue eyes,
eyes that only a goddess could have.
Eyes that reveal your spirit to me
Your pale skin,
golden hair,
pink lips,
you are a goddess among humans.
You are to me...perfection
But in this cold reality,
you are just a portrait in cyberspace.
You exist, but are not here...
with me...
In this cold reality,
you are written words that melt my heart.
You are all that I want
You are all that I care for
You are a prize...a woman,
that I cannot have.
It is in this cold reality,
that I realize that I cannot have you.
It is in the cold reality,
that I know someone has your heart as well.
It is in the cold reality,
that I still care and always will,
and though you meant no pain,
though you meant no harm,
I walk this Earth with an injured heart.
My heart is like an old, tattered, ripped, bruised,
stitched up punching bag,
that has taken the blow of so many punches,
yet I still remain here.
But it is in this cold reality,
that I live.
My torment continues,
I continue to live.
It is in this cold reality,
this pain and realization,
that I cannot have you,
a goddess,
the epitome of all beauty that man can be,
the peak of such real life enchantment.
My dear Nicole,
it is in this cold reality,
that I find myself staring at your photo,
even as you've passed on with your life,
and continue to perform your talents.
I still gaze into the eyes of an ocean hue
I still gaze at the soft, pale white skin that you must possess.
I still gaze upon a blind curing beauty that...
in this cold reality,
I will never have.
And it is in this cold reality,
that I will walk this Earth,
on the battlefield,
in my home,
on the streets,
in the forests,
on a beach,
and in the night,
that your absence rips me apart,
stitches me back together,
and tears it apart again.
My Nicole...my beloved dream...
my mythical fairy,
my enchanted love,
my weakness and strength...
...the wife I wish to have...
it is in this cold reality,
that you will never be with me.