Almost Lover

Almost Lover



The cold breeze cresses delicate skin: fingers, quivering lips, and sealed shut eyes with guided pathways of the hearts tears. Hills of comfort roll back and naked pillars cast their length on frozen ground. The night’s dark blue turns and brings the sweetest sadness of fading memories. Haunted by the indescribable light of stars of night captured in the eyes of a lover: promises to never forget, never quit, never stop loving until the last breath. A Haunting of a lover will never leave, ever, it last forever. Stars fade with night’s voice of disbelief and a cold breeze becomes a whispering peace. Heartache takes its place and almost lovers take their piece. The nights chilling breeze takes one last breath to swallow all hopes and a broken heart takes its last beat before accepting defeat. Night falls to cold silence; everything listens and waits for the whisper, the last beat, the Goodbye note. If only, silence was cured by an intruding presence to break the silence. If a lover could save the soul the nights cold would fade to mornings light. A new time is coming and hope for a lover just might be an almost, an almost lover. It’s starting….to feel cold like a chilled breeze