tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803394.post-1112835746640403092005-04-06T21:02:00.000-04:002005-04-06T21:02:26.643-04:00<span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>-------------------------------------</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>Gone are the days, when touches were frequent.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>When a smile, held power.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>Good Bye to the days, when a look was meant,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>to say what couldn't.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>I held you in my thoughts today, and I miss so much. I miss the gestures, the glances, the sighing. I miss the way, caring and love were easy tokens, just as easliy redeemable, with "Hello!"</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>I miss the darkness of your heart, and how hard it was to shine a light there. But when the light shone, I miss the brightness. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>I miss the patience, and how challenging it was to get you, to hold you. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>I am challenged now, but not in that way. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>Once touched, never forgotten. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>There are things to celebrate now, that in essence, I don't miss. I can celebrate the tradegy of experience and knowledge and how it does not equal power. I enjoy being powerless and not 'running things', or better yet, made to believe that I'm not, but am. This is funny. I like that I do find it amusing. I now love not being in control and being molded, just right. That makes me laugh, but not for long. There is laughter in this new world, and comfort. No love yet, and who knows, if that is even meant to co-exist with this.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>What is love anyway. I remember its taste, and there are days when I miss it deeply. But love also means loss, and I cry too much for both. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>I don't miss being scared, and maybe its so long now, that I have forgotten what it smells like. I do have fear now, but of a different nature. Fear equals loss too. So love=loss=fear, or is it, love=fear=loss. It could go either way, which is funny, for one has a different meaning than the other. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>Funny how the thoughts, gestures and glances I miss, mean all three things. I just had to let you know, that I held you in my thoughts and that is where we shall remain.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>kisses</em></span>Baby Blue Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646146474604105395noreply@blogger.com