I read Aziz Mola's blogpost, The Other Man and I thought, how does one respond after the person you love gives you their blessing to move on and when you do then say they still love you?
"I want to thank him but do not know his name, the other man...I hope he is past his cocoon and she finally finds the butterfly she deserves….'
This poem (someday-song) was written a response of sorts to a similar situation, after time has elapsed. I present "My Latest Illicit (Misfits)
Is it my face you search for
in the sullen stars dotting the night sky?
Is it my voice that lingers
when the rivers echo “goodbye”?
Is it my touch you feel when
the wind’s whispers draw nigh?
Is it my emptiness you long
for with every tear and sigh?
Willingly imprisoned, you
freed me.
Tore through the darkness till
you unchained me.
Told me there was better go
find it.
And in your words I lost
myself and sailed toward my latest illicit…
Dark-like-thunder-bound-for-six-feet-under, yet delicate like the rose,
Suffocating yet healing, their
darkness my daily dose,
Misfit number two replaced
you, now colder my heart grows
Because…
Willingly imprisoned, you
freed me.
Tore through the darkness till
you unchained me.
Told me there was better go
find it.
And in your words I lost
myself and sailed toward my latest illicit…
My heart’s vessel needed
feeling…filling
You were wary that that
overflow,
Would nourish me deep within,
And make me see you as whole,
hold on and never let go,
You saw yourself as wounded,
and happiness was the mirror’s reflection that you loathed,
So you asked me to sail till
my soul was grounded, anchored by another, drenched in sweet sorrowful
nothingness yet finally clothed…
Willingly imprisoned, you
freed me.
Tore through the darkness till
you unchained me.
Told me there was better go
find it.
And in your words I lost
myself and sailed toward my latest illicit…
Is it my fingers you reach out
for in the dark?
Is it my smile you search for
in the corners that shadows lurk?
Is it my name you call when
you monsters bark?
Is it me you seek when your
heart’s territory you mark?
Just remember it was you who
freed me…
Handed me over to my latest illicit misfit.
