I called for you.
The real you
A ray of sunshine radiating through a thousand leagues under the sea
A remarkable star spotted standing alone expanding through the galaxy.
I look around and thoroughly scan the crowd,
Longing for a particular sentiment that is missing.
I don’t remember much about it, yet, I know was profound.
The only sign of it is the motion of this fragile organ in my chest compressing.
This crowd could melt in a freezer because they have a you.
Except for me who’s in misery, pale and blue.
I miss you.
I really do.
Your smile projected a plethora of warmth.
How come I can no longer feel that warmth?
It had a reassurance of safety, joy, and strength.
How come I can no longer identify that smile and feel that strength?
How come I don’t know where to look for it?
A lot has happened to cause joy. But, why do I feel so defeated?
I need you.
Please, come through.
There’s a void waiting to be filled.
There’s a purpose ought to be fulfilled.
Any length of misery that I want to flee
With that hole constantly growing , I don’t feel free.
I could play charade, write a script, pull a front, but I still won't be free.
Entangled in incomprehensible darkness, I'm fighting to find light.
Been portrayed and described through incredible words and art, and still, I don’t feel right.
Somewhere in the realm of time, you’ve become a mere memory of happiness.
Through all the sins that have been committed, this is the hardest one to confess.
Something with the air, that time, and your smile, caused my soul, my heart and your spirit to merge.
I wish that I could find it again before I go six feet under, cave in to the demons and submerge.