poem: Everything Unspoken
Everything Unspoken
By Ayanna
Dickerson
My eyes were closed as I await your
arrival,
I knew it would be much too painful to see you
all at once,
to behold you in all your beauty, walk right out of my life.
I thought that sensing you in any other way
would make this experience... easier,
I was wrong.
Sensing your presence as you grew nearer, pained
me just as much as watching you
walk toward me, your striking features illuminated by the
moonlight.
still, I refused to open my
eyes,
I just stood there…
waiting.
But I could hear you behind
me,
I was sure that it was
you.
It seemed that either your very being was
designed for my recognition alone,
or I am just so infatuated and intrigued by you,
that I committed your every move to memory.
Whatever the reason, it allowed me to sense you,
whenever you were near.
Your heavy, slow, footsteps grew louder by the
second
the familiar scent of your cologne grew
stronger,
then time moved quicker, as though it could wait
no longer.
Then you were beside
me,
and I opened my
eyes,
and to my disbelief, to my utter
surprise,
you lifted your hand as I raised
mine,
to wipe your tears, as you wiped
mine.
Everything unspoken was already
understood,
And though, I could not go, without hearing the
soothing sound of your voice,
There was nothing left to say, so I settled on
goodbye.
but, to my dismay, you only sighed in
reply
"go!" I said, “and don't look
back,”
"no!," you replied "I won't do
that."
Unbreakable, unfaultering,
this bond we share,
this beautiful, tragic love
affair,
that draws us together, yet breaks us
apart
you're the air in my lungs and the ache in my
heart.
I'm all that you
see,
You're all that I
know
now we're all out of
time,
so on we must
go.
So I picked up my
bag
And I got on my
train
we were so much in
love
and just as insane.
By Ayanna
Dickerson
My eyes were closed as I await your
arrival,
I knew it would be much too painful to see you
all at once,
to behold you in all your beauty, walk right out of my life.
I thought that sensing you in any other way
would make this experience... easier,
I was wrong.
Sensing your presence as you grew nearer, pained
me just as much as watching you
walk toward me, your striking features illuminated by the
moonlight.
still, I refused to open my
eyes,
I just stood there…
waiting.
But I could hear you behind
me,
I was sure that it was
you.
It seemed that either your very being was
designed for my recognition alone,
or I am just so infatuated and intrigued by you,
that I committed your every move to memory.
Whatever the reason, it allowed me to sense you,
whenever you were near.
Your heavy, slow, footsteps grew louder by the
second
the familiar scent of your cologne grew
stronger,
then time moved quicker, as though it could wait
no longer.
Then you were beside
me,
and I opened my
eyes,
and to my disbelief, to my utter
surprise,
you lifted your hand as I raised
mine,
to wipe your tears, as you wiped
mine.
Everything unspoken was already
understood,
And though, I could not go, without hearing the
soothing sound of your voice,
There was nothing left to say, so I settled on
goodbye.
but, to my dismay, you only sighed in
reply
"go!" I said, “and don't look
back,”
"no!," you replied "I won't do
that."
Unbreakable, unfaultering,
this bond we share,
this beautiful, tragic love
affair,
that draws us together, yet breaks us
apart
you're the air in my lungs and the ache in my
heart.
I'm all that you
see,
You're all that I
know
now we're all out of
time,
so on we must
go.
So I picked up my
bag
And I got on my
train
we were so much in
love
and just as insane.