In the forest we see many things
As we step along we hear many things
Our Aura enlarges
We see more, we hear more
We feel more
The cracking twig stabs us with fear
Yet we do not run
We have become above the animals
Fear, it flees from us as we Live
FEAR OF LOSING YOU
No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.
No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.
No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.
No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.
No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.
No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,
Desperately afraid of losing you.
Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet 