Little Kisses

Little kisses

I know that we do not speak a

whole lot anymore but I just

wanted to tell you how much that

those little kisses that you left

on my lips over the last few days

had really meant the world to me,

you see the taste you left of your

lips on mine caused something to

ignite as it short-circuited something

in my brain as it searched for and

started finding past memories

of you and I, back when we only

knew the true beauty of great

happiness and much joy, before all of

this anger and sadness and

even back when we could get close

enough to see the reflections of our

undying love for one another way

deep down to our souls in each

other's eyes.

All of the beautiful loving times

that we once had and somehow

both forgotten, washed away every

morning by the huge waves of sorrow

fed by distrust by lies of indiscretions

disappointments in all directions, ripped

away from us, unfairly taken, stolen by

that evil that comes straight from hell

and all the demons that we now call

addiction as it was removed from our

memories with no regard of our

emotions, like all the happiness that

I used to always feel that I believed

would live forever in my heart with

every single beat and up in my mind playing

over and over like it was a movie that we

used to to see at theater that always

started with once upon a time and

then ended with a happily ever

after then holding to each other hoping

that would be us with tears in our eyes

then later bedroom until the dawns

early light. But I am so very sorry that I

need to let you take a good look around

so that you may see that the reprehensible

way that you have ever since treated

me cannot be changed by just a few little

kisses, no it is not a tiny little scratch on a

little boys skinned knee where mommy

says here is a band-aid my baby boy

and here is some little kisses all better

now you see? No it much more than

that, for time after time you have brutally

with no mercy beaten me down to here

right now, today at this very minute,

barely the man that I used to be never

a smile for anyone or laugh no in fact

it is just the opposite of that as the matter

of fact I do wish so hard very hard I have

wished a wish on every shooting star

threw away every single dime that I

ever had in my hand down the wishing

well I even found some witches to cast

a magic spell for you to love me love

you, yet here we are sitting right next

to each other under the same roof of

what used to be our home a million miles

apart with neither of us wanting to be

together watching the other fall apart

until death do us part, you see it will take

a lot more then a few little kisses than

that and even then I just cannot see that

you and I will ever find or even again you and me.

Richard M Knittle Jr. ©

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