I found comfort within the four walls of that room,with Nowhere boy playing on screen, in darkness, with our shoulders touching. I found comfort with him. I found something I never wanted to lose but it was too late and I knew it.
And that's what I told her that night on the roof, under the incandescent moonlight. She said "You love him" I replied "I don't. I know what it's like to love someone. I've felt it, but not with him" with you. I wanted to tell her. I felt it when I saw you dancing to Michael Buble in the studio when you thought no one was watching. I felt it when I saw you crying at your grandmother's funeral. And I feel it now when I look at your face with the stars in your eyes.
I didn't tell her that but I wish I did. Because even though I was whispering those words to her that rainy summer day, she would never hear it. She was gone and her eyes no longer held the stars.
YOU ARE READING
for the love of the written words
General FictionThis is me dancing on the edge of pretentious & fortuitous literature. And you watching from afar as I fall from the cliff of sanity drunken by mere words.
