Do you remember the scene? Played out in my head,
two years ago we were strangers waiting for things
we could never have. I was fighting away the demons
stuck within the blood of my pen, and you were unknown.
Like a bird out in the open, a crow with black feathers spread
embracing the blue sky, searching for a place to land.
And I, the rooted tree, dying under the midday sun,
staring up at you, envious that you were free.
And slowly fate had crossed our paths, intertwined it
until we were brought a step together. The crow had
landed unto the branches and brought it life.
I remember your eyes the first time I looked at you
and saw how beautiful you were. A man leaning
at the side of the wall in silence, and eyes downcast,
all the different shades of brown and sadness.
Stormy and lonely, and dark and scary and
b e a u t i f u l
You are every bit as beautiful as the world seen
outside the window, like constellations illuminating
the night sky, like snowfall gleaming in the winter sunlight,
like a rose in full bloom, what could have you been living for?
And you gave me so much to experience in so little time,
somehow in that stretch of what could have been “forever”
I grew to treasure your presence, every bit of your essence,
the way you stutter at times when we speak, or the way
your eyes brighten up so much the sadness dissipates,
your smile is fit to the angelic value of your name,
and in turn they become bits of happiness I can call yours,
or the warmth I felt from the surface of your palms,
or the harmony of your voice that sent my demons away.
In that small stretch of what could have been “You and I”,
yes, I do love you, and does it matter now?
Now it has only become “You” and “I”. Nothing more.
Have you given me up? Like how I have given up?
I’ve given up on hoping and waiting, knowing that
these endless days of being patient will not come to fruition.
I’ve given you up, knowing that you can never become mine,
like how you said you could. It won’t happen. You’ve left.
You’ve spread your wings and flown away, you won’t come back.
But remember, I’ll love you until I can’t anymore, your answer
is still a need to be heard. But until then, when the time has come
goodbye.
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