Sometimes I don’t think about it,
There are moments that pass without the thought even entering my mind.
But then there’s the lurking fear that it’ll hit me...
It’ll hit me when I least expect it.
Like when I see a really cute puppy on the street
And I get out my phone, eager to let you know
Eager to share this moment with you...
And then I realise I have nowhere to send a text to
Or
When I wake up in the morning and feel happy
And I lie there, calm, letting the morning rays cast their light on my life
And then I realise that some part of me is still shrouded in shadow
The sun hasn’t been able to touch that part of me
that feels empty now.
I remind myself that this was a choice.
It was your choice.
You’d changed since you met me.
I’d helped you change.
So... maybe it was our choice.
But, oh sweetheart, when I lie in the morning missing you; your smell, your touch, your taste... Everything seems so unfair and I can feel the tantrum bubbling up in my chest, threatening to boil over.
And so here I sit.
Impatient
And not waiting
But I won’t move from this space without you.
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