ANGEL IN A GRAVEYARD

He had me at hello and the first time he kissed my lips, I knew it was something beyond explanation.


Helpless to his touch, I laid there in his arms, feeling emotions I never felt before. It was a special connection that every woman longs for. I longed for him even after he was gone. Every time we met, it was an encounter that would never be forgotten and completely cherished for lifetimes to follow.


People come and people go but there is always that one person that will have your heart. Near or far, dead or alive, they are always with you. He will always be a part of me. His memory burns in my soul and his image is a picture in my mind that I will never embrace again.


His words were uncompassionate and cold, written in cold-blooded ink. I would remain his mental victim and he would remain like a thorn in my wing. He has told me goodbye many times and I was foolish to believe he never meant one of them.


What was I to feel? Where was I to turn? I had opened every unknown door and walked many paths and they all led me back to him. It is like a never ending dream that I cannot awake from. I was entrapped by slumber and taunted by visions that broke my heart over and over again. If only he would go away and stay away.


How could a man be so cruel and heartless? I didn't want to believe that I was just another woman in his bed that he bended to his will, only to leave me like death to life. But there it was, the truth plain as day and dark as night.


His scent still lingers on my skin like cheap perfume on an old woman. Bathing in my own tears never to become fully clean again. A creation gone to waste like a magnificent piece of artwork hidden in the attic, collecting cobwebs and dust.


I have no energy left to fly. Everything I once believed in is dead. After I mentally cremate him I will spread his ashes over the heavens and listen to the angels weep. The dark, cold soil will harden and never grow flowers it will only bury the deceased bodies of the dead.


This earth is my prison while I mourn him. Time is supposed to heal pain but this man has wounded my soul so deeply that there may never be a full recovery. I pray that I will be free from all his intentions someday. Sadly, I fear that day may never arrive.


Forever I will carry my wounded wings while he continues to live his life like nothing ever happened between us. There is no doubt that he has returned to a previous mate, the dark angel that wouldn’t let happiness be an option for us.


Little does he know that when he sleeps at night, we will always be reunited. Angels have a way of appearing in dreams even when they have a wounded soul and there is nowhere else left to fly.


I will pray for him at night while he makes every attempt to forget and erase me.


That will never happen because there will never be an absolute conclusion- Only an unfinished beginning with several alternate endings and every ending will be more painful than the last. An incomplete novel that will only be read like a name on a gravestone.