For all the relationships that could-have-been or never-were. Look back and share.
Solitude
“I turn my back on you,”
your frivolous light said;
you, moonlight.Rain
My girl, poor you,
do not cry anymore;
with you, I am.Sleeping Beauty
Oh, asleep,
next to my soul and body;
each other we loved.Immortal Fall
In this fall,
ornament of my path,
fallen leaves are.Midnight
The night falls
You gave me peace from one parking space away. Maybe in another time, another place, another life… always maybe… we could have had more.
For now, rest your eyes and keep smiling. I’ll never forget you.
We started as strangers on the school bus. Two kids nearly the same age in a small town, with more in common than anyone else became two almost-adults in neighboring apartments miles and miles away by some twist of fate. Awkwardly respectful of each others’ relationships, nothing ever happened. Now there’s more distance than ever before. Do you ever think of that night we listened to The Doors with the forties and wonder?
I’m too afraid to go back into relationship.
Maybe it’ll end up like the last one did.
And I can’t stand causing so much pain.
We slowly turned from “forever” to “for as long as we can” to “Never”.
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I’m waiting for my levels to end. I’m sick of fake princesses and I want my Peach back.
Tell me I’ve found the right castle. Come back and join me for our happily ever after?
Two years here, seven years there, three more over there. Chunks of time, faded memories. New neighborhoods become old stomping grounds, and them I’m gone. Faces I’ll never see again. Hands never to be held again. Tactile sensations that still play with my nerve endings. Scents that tap me on the shoulder in the street. Was that her? Emotions informing dreams. A dull, muted sadness, pushed down, pushed back, pushed away, buried. Lives touched, lives changed, lives lived. Voices I will never hear again. And that breaks my heart. Keep moving.
Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.
I snuck you into my dorm room after you threw pebbles at the window. You introduced me to the Decemberists and became the first boy to tell me how beautiful I was.
You were a fantasy made real. And oh, those green eyes! They amplified my naivety tenfold when you furrowed that brow and declared me your dream girl.
I wish you had been man enough to tell me about her, to not pursue something you knew couldn’t really happen. We were both wrong - you for not telling, me for not asking.
You had to happen. I recognized my passions through sharing them with you, but I wouldn’t have followed them if you were still around. This is the path we had to take.
