[winters Morn] Poem by Empath In flames

It’s a cold winter’s morn,
I awoke last night from a terrifying dream.
I dreamt you did not love me anymore.
I Slept awake, drowning in a river of my tears.
My adjacent limbs are frozen, My breath creates an
Abstract image of the state I emboss.

This coffee is my only form of warmth.
As I think about this vivid sense of departure,
The steam gently floats into nothingness.
Like the cigarette that burns our soul.
Tainted, stained and addictive.

I start to worry…..
Was this just a nightmare. Or did I merely structure truth I alone elude.
I look outside, I try to see your smiling face.
Coaxing me to come out and play in this white, magical snow.
As we melt our hearts with it’s gentle embrace of laughter…
To see our kids… Joyful and loved.
Fear can not reach the boundaries of my Heart.
I would die for you.
And yet a part of me does..

Still I cry to have realised,
This world can’t feel whole without you.
I am like the first snow flake that falls from heaven.
And you, the first to catch me on your silk filled lips.
As I am now one of you,
I have become the glisten in your eyes
Even as the sun fades me away. I vapour as you inhale.
I can feel your rhythmic heart as it skips the love note.
I see, that pain is more stronger than your desire to love.

As the night still falls, On this cold winters night.
Alone I stand outside these icy windows.
The cold expression of it’s glacier stare.
It’s reflection is me, And I alone.
Still I wait.
I cry till I can see you smile again….


~Empath~