It feels just like yesterday. Her, by my side serving up conversations that made me think and dig into the deeper bag of who I am. In a big blue truck on narrow city streets. Windows down. Hair blowing. Music sounding the themes that we intuitively tuck into our hearts to remind us of these moments. This moment.

The sun's warmth caressing like hands from the heavens, coaxing our gaze toward the beauty that is on full display in a magical summers day sky. The light washes away the coverings of winter to reveal our delicate bareness in Spring.

She is loved by the universe, kissed by the most precious light, highlighting every hue in the undertones of her skin; calling out to her inner glow to shed winters cocoon and blossoms into the fullness of her truest beauty.

The intimate honesties that bind us is the launch point to the sweetest, deepest love humans can share.

I cleave to her, and it feels just like yesterday.

We lived in this world created especially for us and I had the audacity to believe it would be for all time yet my own pride blinded me from the deception of death when it came crawling in.

Now more than ever I understand with absolute clarity the words, "for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die,” for I am now dead yet I breathe.

I am all poured out.
Save me.

Retrospect.

I wish on this day. We could have co-created the space where we shed insecurities, inhibitions and fears and bask in safety and trust of us, knowing we see and accept all of us, for all ways and all days

Forgive me.

When all is given and it is not enough. It feels as though I can not carry on.
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Something has died inside of me.
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I rest under a great shadow of unhappiness and sorrow, slowly sinking, returning my flesh to clay as my soul aspires for what is next.
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When the Love of your Life is no more, what is left of the life?
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Selah.

Yesterday

I missed my friend
The convos.
The strolls.

Reflections and imaginative insights,
Ideas, stories and pattern spotting...
Splashing the pliable unfilled lines of my life with bold color, adding texture and interesting nuisances.

We wore skyward facing stares that people only do when they feel safe.

Lost in the awe inspiring lines of light that decorate a twilight sky...

Whatever we saw in the clouds
Never made us afraid of the rain

I missed my friend.
Yesterday.

And I slid down a decade of yesterdays

Feeling the joys and pains of my past time life sped up in hindsight's insights with a soundtrack of emotional melody.

Reminiscing my mind, wrapping my heart  tight in nostalgia...

Like a beautiful prison,

missing my friend.

Yesterday.

Today.

I feel alone.

Her Artful Seduction...

conspiring with shadows and light who play the oldest game of hide and seek, framing a vision that could make even the setting sun linger a moment longer. Her curves, a masterpiece draped in the softest shadows, dance to a rhythm only the heart can hear, speaking in the language of raw, unspoken desires.

This ain't just about seeing; it's about feeling. The kind of roundness that fills your hands, your dreams, whispering secrets only the night knows. Her skin, an inked canvas of warmth, radiating stories only she and her beloved can read with full comprehension, soft like secret whispers between lovers lost in an entangled passion eye to eye in each other's gaze.

She wields the kind of beauty that doesn't just catch your eye—it grabs your soul, twirling it around in a dance that feels like destiny.

Her intimacy is a doorway to every longing whispered under a breath, every yearning heart beating in the dark. It's about the power that lies in the gentle curving arcs of her, the sway that sets life itself to music.

She is an all natural allurement, moving beyond the skin, touching something deeper, something primal. This energy feels like an invitation, not just to look, but to feel—to get lost in the depth of the moment, where beautiful transcends, becoming something not just seen, but felt, deep in the marrow of your bones.

The artful feme curve of her, is a mature, perfect roundness, that arouses life's sweetest seductions, where every line of her frame is a caress, every shadow of her thoughts a promise, pulling you into a world where the beauty of the moment is everything, and that moment is insatiably endless.

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Entwined in a dance of love and commitment, strong hands bear circled rings of infinity.
Rings that bear the weight of promises and dreams, now drifting like ghosts in the void left behind.
The pain of absence is a silent echo,
a reminder of a presence so integral,
it's absence feels like a part of myself has been lost.
Like feeling phantom pains of a limb long gone,
my heart reaches out for your warmth,
only to grasp at the chilling air of absence,
a bittersweet memory of what was and what can never be again.

In the silence, I find myself learning, with each passing day, to live with the ghost of a love that once resided in this heart freshly painted in pain.