“Then I said goodnight and tucked you away inside a place called Nostalgia, where you’ll always remain unspoiled, somewhere between my lungs that used to breathe ocean air, and my belly that fluttered with hope.” – Victoria Erickson.
Lonely I strode the woods this morning,
Drawn by the urgent chirping of birds;
The sun was still not up in full strength –
Though the sky lay out its lighted hearse.
Through the clouds there emanated a chill,
That ran down swathing the bristling leaves;
It wrapped my soul as cotton gauze so tight –
Bandaging firmly my bleeding mind and heart.
Insulated, I walked back in time to when we met
Over dinner after a copious amount of red wine:
To when I first looked into your eyes, searching
In their loneliness – a home for my wary heart.
Wasn’t it pain that really connected us inexplicably
Over our mutual attraction through amorous smiles?
Even though we had first come together over words
I splurged in abundance, while you used one a dime!
Over years now we’ve loved over distance and time,
Connecting hearts over continents, sometimes miles:
As what we kept hand in glove was our soaring minds –
That made love intimately, with a connection divine.
Till one day on my visit to a museum, a message arrives –
Your love for a blue eyed doe you’ve zealously revived:
To whom you’ve dedicated my sincerest potions of love –
The ones I wrote for you scratching my dedicated heart.
How now am I going to withdraw from you, the deep love
That I’ve showered – with my heartfelt words for so long:
When I’ve learned those words were but a shallow pond –
Submerged in which, you remained in love over its shores!
So now carrying the ashes of my love in my minds urn –
I stroll between pews of trees – in an aisle of pine wood,
Treading softly as in church – through a choir of birds,
To the altar – past this oneway road of unrequited love.
Where I’ll place you in a vault at the altar of my heart,
The key to which I will securely carry with me lifelong:
For this key will only open the door to my locked heart,
Allow someone else to find me ready at the altar of love.