Telepathy
- inRhymes.com

- Jul 30
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 31
Hello Absent Love,
"Yes, you. The one I can't see, hear or touch You, the void in my heart. I feel you there somewhere in the universe and I hear your poetic love calling out to me like a siren's song.
I am telepathically sending you my heart as it beats for only you. I know you feel me too, for you come to me in my dreams; but you never stay for long. You leave me promises of a love to come and then you're gone."
"To my perfect man, the one I put in a box when I was ten. The absent love that would rescue me from my life's woes. We would marry one day and live in a perfect house -- picture inserted, drawn and colored by yours truly -- right next to my best friend and her perfect man, *also included in box. And most importantly, our Dukes of Hazzard cards. They would bring us luck, love and money someday."
We had dreams about who we would be and every few years we would cross paths and revisit the innocence of our shared memory. Our secret box of dreams that told of a future spent in a love that would be bigger and better than any romance novel or fairytale.
Our future buried in the soils of the earth, to manifest our dreams, and make them come true! Our future selves hanging in the balance of time by a game of M.A.S.H and a "cootie catcher" as the way to determine how awesome our lives would turn out!
We buried that box and went about our separate ways.
Well, another decade or two has gone bye and we gravitated back to one another like time stood still and waited for us to meet again. We went looking for that box and it breaks my heart to report, the box cannot be recovered due to the erosion of time, chances and choices.
Oh, I haven't laughed like that, I think, ever.! Forever & Always Best Friends
The clock of time can't be re-wound, and we are busy living life. We both lost & found love and have been kicked around the block a time or two by life. We have grown. We live lives we can be proud of. We work hard, we struggle, and we survive, upright and firm in our roots.
OOPs! Sorry Carrie, I let our secrets out!!
The visit down memory lane brought back an excitement I haven't felt since I was that ten-year-old girl. I am finding the same excitement for life as I did then! Believing in hope and faith with anticipation of the unknown way life has of getting better! How do I know?
Because the story is still being written and I've been doing all right. The wars and battles are constant, and I know it isn't up to me to decide how or when or where the story will end, but I felt the beginning of life then and I feel it again. I know because my heart still beats, and I believe this is just the beginning and not the end.
Sometimes, a memory can bring back dreams you forgot you had or can put a new dream in your heart. What I am finding is that when I trust myself enough to listen and pay attention to the signals and signs in and around me, the two have come together and built my soul's truth.
If we just give ourselves a chance, we can be anything we want to be.
We all have purpose.
Is this where the story began? Back in a small town with dreams buried in a box.
"I unabashedly acknowledge my heart still beats for you, my forbidden love of the night, as knotted and bound to me from every past life."
This is the journal of our journey as led by the hands of destiny and divine time to unite in an eternal love that can only be blessed by the universe! For our love is bigger than just you and me.
"It is a love that is meant to shine freely by day, just like the sun; and to bring forth light out of the darkness, as the moon cycles through the night."
Absent love, am I just dreaming?
Should I leave you buried with the box?
Absent Love, you are my life's paradox.
Am I just a romantic at heart?
Does she, the Nightmare in Red, find her Absent Love?
Will theirs be a love story that can withstand the tests of time?
Or will the sands of time run out before the next life?
Signing off -
mistress of the darkness
"Absent Love" can be found in "Life's Vinyl" Collection














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