Tales from the Bartender

Crushed

My heart beating loudly,
My throat going dry from fear,
Sweat pouring down my grief stricken face.

Looking at her from a distance,
Admiring her radiance in the shadows,
Not knowing what the future holds for my love.

My day starts and ends with the grace of her beauty,
Breathing would not be possible if her scent is not with me,
Laughter would be pointless without her smiles.

Writing letters for someone who does not even know I exist,
Singing love songs to a shadow in the other side of the street,
Kissing the very earth that she treads upon.

Hoping and dreaming she would look my way,
Living a life in constant orbit around her,
I have become blind and deaf as the world tramples on me.

Then one day something different occurs in me,
I walk through the shadows and into the light,
But she is no longer there.

Not a whisper of her existence can be heard,
Not a single strand of her hair can be found,
Was she even there at all?

Did I make her up as I did my own existence?
Was she merely a figment of my imagination?
Or was she an echo of love that I hunger for.

posted by Ben Bulac @ 6:10 AM