How Many Times?

Again, another loved one!

Easy is not part of this.

My heart would burst,
if not for the implosion.

Sacred emotion,
blasphemous retort.

How do I feel?

The answer may come,
if ever body and mind re-unite.

Room seems enlarged,
or have I always been this small?

Shielded by rice paper walls,
emotions ready their attack.

A world so full, a life so empty.

If not for the re-assurance of pain,
my death, my assumption.

Why?

No words, just an invisible embrace.

I now wait until,
One another, loved again.

-J.G.Smith (04/15/05)