The True Tragedy.....Re-Post from 360

I am sitting here today  amidst noises and the silence that I am so used to in the morning.  My mind travels back to conversations we once enjoyed.  How we would sit for hours, talking, laughing, and discovering new things about each other.  How everyday brought a new experience, and a new insight into what makes you the unique person you are to me today.  I stop, and pause...to smile, remembering certain words you used to say...things that only you could breathe life into.  I learned so much from you.  How to love with no conditions.  How to brave your own inhibitions, and fears ..to challenge everything you are..for what you hope to acheive. 

       I was talking to a friend yesterday, and she challenged me to write a poem reflecting a single thought-tragic.   I thought it would be easy initially, so I agreed.  As I started to think about something tragic, I found it very hard to put my feelings about it in poem; a single thought.  I only stabbed at a few lines of senseless phrases, and after a while, I gave up.   But, I knew in my heart what tragic means to me.

       Tragic is living your whole life never knowing love.   It is the constant search through what seems like futile efforts.  It is the anguish in finding out your love is not reciprocated....it is the gruesome madness of having someone snatched from you by some unseen accident.  Tragic is having your loved ones' life stolen by a drunk driver, or a disaster by an act of terrorism, war, or nature.  Tragic is all of these things...but to me, it gets so much more personal. 

      The most tragic thing to me in my life today...is never being able to look upon the face of you.  To share such strong emotions.  To be suspended moment after moment by your spirit that feels as close to me as the hairs on my arm.  To be able to touch the curves in your mouth that creates a smile, or a frown.  To actually see emotions registered when you call my name, or your reaction when coming into my presence.  "Don't you wanna see the face of the one who loves you?"   "Don't you want to kiss the lips that whisper your name?"  Questions, that time has not answered for me.  Tragic to have to close the heart off from thinking.... or wondering beyond the present..... to empty hands that reach out into the night for loves'  gentle caress. 

    Tragic that we are limited by time, space, location, and circumstance.  That what we share will only be real in spirit, and in our  hearts. Tragic is...never meeting you....Having lost so much in my life, I know what pain is.  And I have to live with this ache, this grief, this torment.  But to know that you are being loved, I can go on....

       Tragic ....the true tragedy is not losing you, but never knowing you!