Our call left me
Pained and drained.
I felt every word
And could taste
Every tear as if
They were mine.
My pain.
My emptiness.
My wanting
To be wanted.
My passion for
Another – who
Cannot see my
Worth or know
The strength of
My heart to love.
While listening,
I struggled between
Wanting to speak and
Needing to hear what
She wanted and
Needed from him –
All the while wanting to
Give her everything.
I could still hear
Her sweet voice when
I realized that love is
Not what you get –
It’s what you give
Knowing that life
Comes in the form
Of opportunities
Which are easy
To recognize –
Once they have been
Wasted.
Feelings that form
Like wisps of smoke
Seen in a mirror.
Taking shape and then
Reflecting and
Magnifying over
And over before
Blowing away.