'because i met someone
and i might never see them again'
we never truly die,
she whispers with crystal eyes,
for in memory we remain untouched.
a blanket wraps around her stubbornly,
disguised as her unending frustration
and steals all her breaths as she feels
nothing but the pain in her bones,
because she remembers it all.
the words inked onto his skin
and into the depths of her mind,
and how she adored his eyes on her
whenever she looked away,
and the hidden smiles that were never not there.
never before had she felt like this,
dazed after an endearing blink of an eye
and after the burning ache for raw affinity.
never before had she been as aflame to
walk those stairs every morning and every night.
suddenly she wanted only him to see her
as she liked to be seen most;
face flushed and an adoring gaze,
something for him to keep forever,
a soothing hand to reach for on the unkind days.
he was her escape from a meaningless time,
a song carved into her being, replaying
as she raised a trembling hand, one last time
greeting him with a goodbye,
not aware of how long it would last.
but aren't these the most simply wonderful times?
the ones forever imprinted in our memory,
the ones we will never let die.
the ones so mysterious they leave us wondering
so brief they leave us yearning.
now, her footsteps are not as light
and her smile not as gentle;
she feels loathing for all that surrounds her and
as of now, she recognizes herself in nothing, and shortly finds joy in a picture of something more.
but it was not regret she felt, rather the heartbreak
of knowing that with heavy steps, day after day,
the face that today made her beam in every way
would leave her behind, watching with sinking eyes as it faded away into a loving memory.
