Still Holding On

The August heat can only warm a person up so much It cannot reach a person's heart, their soul. It cannot remove the coldness of a stare Or remove the chill that enters a room when those 2 are near. They used to be so happy together, Laughing together And forever by each other's side. Then one morning they walked in seperately, He was stoned And her eyes were covered so that the tears would not show. They didn't dance together in the rain like they used to And he wasn't constantly wondering where she was And she didn't look at him lost in love anymore. The first 2 weeks of August, What a blur, What a blunder of emotion. Two people so much in love, So meant to be Just couldn't make it work. They no longer stayed up late into the night together, Keeping each other company behind closed doors. The happiness would once exude from them When they were together. You'd have to try very hard to take that smile off of her lips And the way he would look at her, It was as if he was looking inside her soul; It must have been love. Then early August came, And one day it just wasn't the same. No one knew why, No one wanted to ask. We whispered behind their backs, As we had when they were 'just friends,' But we never figured out what happened to ruin their love. Now it's Decemember, She's returned, But he's out of sight. He left shortly after she, Never offering any explantion. Into the sunset of fall The both flew. She looks the same, And that happy smile has returned to her face But sometimes I catch her glancing outside, To the field of wildflowers where he asked her to marry him; The tree they used to kiss under when they thought That no one else was looking; Or that place where they first met, Where they first said hi And knew they would never be 'just friends.' I watch as the smile falls from her face And she stares ahead And I know that she too is still searching for answers, Still searching for a way to bring back the love of her life Still hoping that one day he too will return And it will be like it was before that awful time of early August. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 05:14 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8