Love Of Its Truest Form Poem by David Thomas

i hear your voice in my thoughts
whispering so loudly from the darkest depths of
my very illogical mind and in them i hear,
from the places i dare not look (within my own mind)
for fear of losing ignorance,
i hear your whispers your calls
your beckoning lovely words and i know
it is all a dream

Be it years or seconds you are gone from me
you are the star that i see, every night and everyday
regardless of light or my delay it is there,
right there infront of me standing still
in the spot where i wish you were
it's berated my mind a thousand and one times,
you could've killed someone, hit a dog, burnt down a hospital
or even poisoned my water,

I would (upon seeing you in person) wrap my arms around your back
in such an embrace not only would you be able to break free
but from the love with which it is held,
you wouldn't want to and i'd never risk losing you again
But such are my fantasies when these dark days roll through,
and in the heat of the moment i want to be held and caressed
by none other than you
i said i would never miss you,
but you always knew i was lying
So far in our parting times i wish i saw you trying,
because i know deep down
that you at least were not lying (when you said goodbye) .