the thread then and now

Once upon a time
Her pearl black eyes use to shine to show me the reflection of her love
Her lips use to curl and a beautiful smile use to unfold at the slightest hint of love
When her slender fingers use to touch, my heart use to race
my words use to melt and my eyes use to close,
i loved that command, i loved that submission
i wanted her rule, i wanted her supervision

Through her flowery frangrance and her soft voice she wrapped around me her arms of love
i loved that cuddle and loved that closeness such that it blended in me and my soul
i needed her mind to think
i needed her arms to sink , couldnt walk without her.

Little did i realize that i was so woven into her
that there was no thread individual to my life.

Suddenly
The lips curled but with a frown
the eyes dint shine,a hollow had replaced the reflection,
the same slender finger pointed, for me to go
i was a thread separated from the fabric of her love
waiting to be woven, pleading to be attached, begging to be one.

Lonely and dejected i waited for her to come
The darkness of the night provided cover for my tears
The stray light through the window, stark darkness in the room and the breeze flagging my curtains
symbolized my despondent mind

Gradually
The instinct of survival prevailed,
A voice, a sentence helped me sail
"Its my life"
A fight to open my eyes to the fact
shes gone and the feeling are all wrong
Anger and cursing seemed too weak to uproot
the memory roots from deep within
Then i realized that their nourishment was me and dawned the trick to let go
Slowly and steadily i saw the picture that feelings had no subject to show

The thread that was thrown changed forever
realized that it could never want to be attached as a string
instead grow and adorn colors that it likes
and hope that someday that the fabric it grows into
finds another of the same kind that can be great together being woven independently.