The Imagination Factor

The emptiness has left,
Struck by awe - I stare at you.
Like a chef making a masterpiece
And a hungry boy tugging at his shirt.
Intent on finding the right smell,
He pushes him aside.
The studies on his face,
And the makeup of your wardrobe,
Place together our fate like a puzzle.
Like a dream, I blink and your gone.
Crying over it.
For I can smell you in the wind,
Choking on tears over the smell that only a smoker would know of.
Yearning you for so long,
Tasting you with my heart
Just to see you whisked away
Is too much to handle.
By the gates of this unfair world
I stand like the persecuted in the second world war.
Heal the pain hidden in my crevices,
And use the special touch to relate in silence
In a way only you know how.
For it is only then that we can start to see
The deeper image standing beside us.
Flooded with emotion of past victories.
It is the imagination factor that leaves you here.
It's like a burnt out light,
That needs to be replaced.
It flickers,
Like a repeating record -
Doomed to live out eternity in the moment.
We can only proceed with caution,
Without the fairy dust of Disney.
You return,
Pinch me, and if you are to stay with me,
Let me sort the unfinished work of my life.
Take things slow, and finish the untold story.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002