A tear lines my face in journeying on from a place I’ve come to know and appreciate, yet despair
A rising sensation battles within me, tugging at the nerve that touches that spot
That spot that swells the throat, runs the nose out to sea and films the eyes with what’s to journey on
That spot that bounds you into a place you had no intention of visiting
A place of isolation, surrounded and interrogated by the emotion you own and yet cannot control
A sensation of pain derived from its contrary: love.
© Monique Dixon 2006