Day 11.5 … He Was

He was here. He was there. He was the sun. He was the moon. He was my first breathe. He was my last. He was the stars. He was the constellations of love. He was the last unicorn. He was the lost eagle. The grain of sand that didn’t make it in the hourglass. The straw that broke the camels back. The needle in the haystack. He was. He was my heartbeat. He was my air. The silver lining. The rainbow after the storm. The fort that protected me from the world. He was the world. He was my angel my demon. My drug my rehab. The warmth and the bitter cold. He was the professional and the amateur. The beach and the waves that lapped upon it. He was the glass and the wine. The intoxication adn the hangover. The laughter and the melncholy. The closeness and the distance. The flight and the fall. The medication and the side effects. He was the only one my soul traveled too. The one I dreamed of he was the hero. He was the moment and the breathe that was taken. He was. I wish he could’ve been more.

Sincerely Yours.

Isha A Poet xxx