He didn’t know she was fading before his very eyes,
He should have seen the sparkle in her eyes dim like the midnight clouds caressing the left cheek of the moon.
Her lips once smooth with the oil of affirmation and love had dried up, leaving her disappointed wondering if love's flame would ever dance again.
He should have noticed the youthful glow of her face fade as she struggled to stay in the chalk boundaries of her life’s lane.
He was losing her each day,
She uttered not a word hoping he would notice the clues,
She suffered in silence, tormented by discouragement and thoughts of how long rest would come,
Nonetheless, the world spun steady still.
Perhaps she would be just fine if he would just call and say, “I love you” or “I am here for you.”
Perhaps things wouldn’t be as bad, if he had made her feel…well…noticed and appreciated once again.
She wasn’t the kind of woman who was selfish, controlling, manipulative or driven by greed.
She was simple, loving, kind, encouraging,
One easy of conversation, selfless in her giving,
She desired the love she gave in return.
She wasn’t a weak woman,
No, not at all,
Not withstanding, even the strong get weary,
The hopeful most often spar against the feeling of hopelessness.
She was crying out in silence for help,
A hug,
An embrace,
A smile,
A kiss,
Compassion without feeling the obligation of sex,
Needing to be held until rest abode,
Till virtue returned as a dove searching for peace and tranquility.
Written by Savaslas Lofton
c.2008
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