Naked


Naked

When I saw you yesterday,

All the raw emotions jumped up,

And I’m sure you saw right through me,

I was naked,

We stopped and talked a while,

My heart could not control my tongue,

I begged you to come back home to me,

I was naked,

All the memories we had shared,

The laughter, the tears, the fears of tomorrow,

Went racing through my head, I was sure you could see,

I was naked,

So many complex emotions I have,

Because so much was left unsettled and undone,

And I am left in the dark with the lights still turned on,

And I’m naked,

We could have worked it out,

Pleasures we shared, the memories we made,

Are drifting away, I am numb inside, for without you,

I am naked,

I am alone while your life goes on,

I want to be clothed in love with all its trimmings,

Instead of naked.

6 thoughts on “Naked

    1. How can you respond so fast? I finished writing it and posted it immediately. Hadn’t even read it myself. Heart could not control the tongue–I must have been out of my mind at the time.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  1. People from the past warm the heart and to have them back in our lives seems like it would be a fantasy come true but when we get what we wish for, often,we are reminded why they are in the past in the first place. Good fun visiting with them though isn’t it?
    I like the feel of your site Dan you got a lot of good stuff here!

    1. You’re absolutely right. People from the past help us become what we are today but some dreams, or prayers, are better unanswered. In dreams and memories I can say what if, but in real time I said too bad, so sad.

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