Journeying

Before my worst fears came true
     it was never about having enough time
          because the world was eternal.
               Limitless,
                    flying,
                         forever.

When it finally came,
     the crash
          burnt
               hot.
          No floating but
     falling,
dying.

Lonely,
never forgetting all of the things 
we used to do 
before the stars fell;
life out of reach.

I promise
I'm still right where you left me.
If you ever came back would you find me?

Because I'm journeying,
     searching,
          floating
               in the space between the moons and stars.
                    I'm almost home and yet

                    my shadow is dark without you here to light it.

                    Every path leads to you
               or am I lost
          trying to pretend that nothing's changed?

It's love,
love that brings me home,
loving you until my last page.
Love that makes me wish
you never left.

Living is harder without you here
     I'm almost home and yet
          my heart is quieter now
               I need a spark and you aren't here to light it.

               I need to keep journeying without you
          but if you just came back home to me
     I could spend forever
pretending nothing has changed.

                                        Before my worst fears came true
                                   it was never about having enough time
                              but we ran thin.
                         You're gone but I keep coming back to the spot
                    where you left me.
               I promise I'm still there.
          I shouldn't be
     but sometimes I like to pretend
that our lives were forever.

Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall