Wet Willy's blog: "Are You The One?"

Yet another poem I wrote 8 years ago trying to make sense of the senseless... In A Field Of Thornless Roses I thank God Geraldine loved me. Life is good. On a walk down a busy street. Sidewalk burning cold into my feet. Everyone talking, nothing to say. My memories with you imagine we lay In a field of thornless roses and sun's gentle beams. Life's endless bounty, your eyes gleam. Our bodies stroked with rays of warmth. Nothing to endanger, nothing can harm. A horn honks, the light changes. So many thoughts, so many ranges, All in prose, nothing changes. All is relative, so it's said, Your love is present and although you're dead, You will live forever in my hopes and dreams. Only to die each night as I awake from the screams. Traffic is heavy, it's after five. I'll slip back in my thoughts, you're still alive...

9 years ago this coming friday marks the hateful murder of the greatest love I've ever known...her ex decided he really didn't want her with another man...so he killed her 2 days before we were to spend the rest of our lives together... I wrote this and several other poems in an effort to cope with the loss... I've since rededicated this particular poem to the survivors and families of victims of the murderous rampage at V Tech just over a year ago... Are You The One? Are you the one that's left behind To search every face in hopes to find That true love that is now so elusive? For the one that's gone and on you live? Every smell, every sight constantly reminding You of the love so bright, so blinding? Are you the one that time now tortures? Nights so long--memory scorches... Are you the one whose world's torn apart? Wonder now why you even have a heart? Are you the one for their life given? Wish you could just slip into oblivion? Are you the one that squeezes their pillow? Knees get weak and sway like willow At the thought of the loss, the dreams escaped? Are you the one that longs for one one last taste Of the intoxicating gaze of your lost love? Rest only comes knowing that from above You're being held in your love's embrace.