It has been a long time since I last heard your voice. And it has been a long time since I last saw your face. It’s been a long time since I felt your skin; a long time since I smelled your scent. Many nights all I did was beg. I begged for the breathless impact of our embrace; for the tsunami of tears to end; to be graced with your presence; the molding of our hugging necks as it became one; the robust pulsing of your veins against my own and the synthesize beating of our Garnet encrusted hearts. You sparkle in my eyes and yet, you never knew it. Rare, valuable, finely cut mineral. The blacken vortex of the ocean surrounds you and yet, you still lie comfortably pillowed within your oyster bed. To put it simply, I missed you and it only grew stronger as our time unspoken, passed us by. But I waited, with nothing to use against you. Nothing to withhold from you. Nothing to take from you and no…I will not state the possible “what ifs”. I will not state my desired outcome for you, for desire causes suffering. I do not wish you pain nor do I do wish to further mine. Suitably, Megan means Pearl; the delicate stone; iridescence jewel. My sister; a gem who is most magical and most feminine, please bless me with your presence, with your touch, your warmth again, for I have and will always, await your arrival barring my unconditional love.
*A Prose Poem for my sister, Megan... It's been too long, I'm blessed to have you in my life again.*