Haunting Melody

She was everything in all of the times that I needed and it was more than everything I ever thought I needed.

It filled me with passion so much passion and pain and yes, insanity because it was the very end of all that was me.

It was no longer me.

It was us and it was beautiful and frightening and it exploded brilliance all over the future.

There is no answer or song or prayer that can be uttered to alter or change the bond.

There is nothing in time or space that can separate the reality of duality and realness.

It is just a story of a girl that became a woman who wanted so desperately to see.

Who wanted so desperately to see.

And that woman in the mirror staring wide eyed into the void was me.

She pulled me from the abyss, no not just her but she became a very important piece.

A necessity because I did not need, her.

I needed the love she could provide and would if asked.

And this was something that I was okay with, something that I could embrace and enjoy over and over until my time was just consumed by it.

I was confounded. Am flabbergasted at the very idea of the fact this is not pretend.

I stand at the line waiting but she is already holding my hand.

I didn't realize this. While I sat in waiting all these years.

That she was there.

And my eyes are now kaleidoscopes of color, brilliant diamond.

A warmth permeates my soul as if hot coals breath in my belly.

And it is good.

Right.

For the burns I have suffered at the hands of her love are worth the pain.

Shrill like the E string of a Violin.

Sweet like a haunting melody.