8 Years

8 years...
It warrants a hello
A goodbye...
Some sort of speech.

It's over, I know
I made the final decision
Said the final goodbye
But 8 years.

Nothing to scoff at.
Nothing to forget.

Yes, it's time to move on...
To move forward.
Dance to a new tune

But years and no hello
A harsh reality
A raw edge
A tough score.

8 years
No hello
No goodbye

A three minute visit...
A tuneless tune.
No eyes contact,
No sound.

8 years
Should warrant a hello
And a goodbye

Copyright © 2005 - Heather Cacciatori

Come

Summoned across the Heavens
to a world as yet unknown,
I hear your voice beckoning
"Come be with me as one."

"Come let me look into your eyes
and tempt your every sense."
"Come let me hold you closely
and lose myself in your fragrance."

"Come show me your smile,
if only for a day or two."
"All that is my world
I want to share it with you."

Like an Angel taking flight
I'll cross this space and time,
with nothing else between us...
just your heart and mine.


Copyright © 2000 - Heather Cacciatori