For the past; no matter how distant
Is as much a part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life.
You are so much a part of me...
my dreams, my early hopes
my youth and my ambitions...
that in all my tasks...
I can't help but remember you...
many little delights and things remind
me of you...
Yes, I came and would my pride...
mock my undying feelings.
Would this love song...
the sweet lovely smile on your face...
be lost among our long past parting...
I have wanted to be alone.
I thought I could make myself forget you
in silence and in a song.
And yet I remembered...
For who could forget the memory
of the once lovely, the once beautiful...
the once happy worlds such ours?
I came because this song that I kept
since you're gone is waiting to be sung.
I can't sing it with out you...
This song - when sung alone
will lose the essence of its time.
because you and I had been one...
I have wanted this misery to end...
because it's a part of my restlessness.
can't you understand?
can't you feel the depth and the sincerity
of my feelings towards you?
Yes, can't you see how I suffer
in this ever darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence
for indifference.
But silence my dear, is the language
of my heart.
How could I essay the intensity from my soul
when silence speaks a more eloquent tone?
But perhaps... you did not understand.
Remember I came...
because the gnawing loneliness is there.
and it will not be lost
until this music is sung....
until this poem is heard....
until this silence is understood....
until you come to me again.
For you alone...
can blend music and memory...
into once consuming ecstasy;
You alone...
-Jo
