Loving Pain
By Donald Mureness III
Old wounds never heal. I’ve found this out the hard way. Staring at her picture a flood of memories and emotions fill me. Emotions thought to have been long dead. Gazing at the image, I remember what it was like for her to be mine and for me to be hers.
Looking into the lifeless image I can smell her scent, a combination of soap, wildflowers, and a slight hint of incense. I can feel myself be coming lighter than air at the smell. A feeling of calm coming over me.
The sight of her eyes makes my heart melt like wax under the flame. Her eyes deep green pools that I could stare into for all eternity and never tire. I run my fingers over her and feel her soft beautiful skin under their tips. Closing my eyes I can feel her every curve, touch ever mark, and every scar on her body. I feel her in my arms. Her warmth is nearly searing my skin. Her lips touch mine and we kiss passionately. Tastes unlike any in the world are her lips. She pulls away and smiles at me, telling me how much she loves me. I smile back and return her love with my own, holding her tight against me. I can hear her soft breathing and feel her heart beating in time with mine. No longer 2 hearts but one beat.
I awaken from my memory and feel nothing but pain. My heart literally aches and my eyes water. No pain matches this, my heart continuously breaking but unable to let go. Every part of me hurts and screams for her once again. I love her and I always will. Even though I will never see her again, I will always have this loving pain.