I wish I did not belong to you.
I would sit on the shores that you dreamt of.
Let the waves embrace my longing feet
And kiss these hands…
Walk across leaving footprints behind
Only to be washed by eager waters
But your memories will never be washed away…
In an unfinished poem, in a book unread
I have found love in your promise unkept.
I would lie on the sands in the morning sun’s warmth
And breathe the happiness of solitude
I would meet that part of me that still
Does not answer the call to my name
For they would bring me closer to the soul
The soul to which you now belong
For I once belonged to you
In an unfinished poem, in a book unread
I have felt your touch, in your promise unkept
I would walk in these woods
Filled with emptiness
Sit under the care of our elderly oak
Listen to the song of a parted lark
And remember you singing to me
For your voice sings no more
And I still belong to you
You breathe in my air, you rush through my veins
You smile in my soul
In an unfinished poem, in a book unread
I have found myself in the promise you kept…
