Between The Darkness And The Night

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I believe that we will meet again. Before the stars return to dust and darkness takes their place. Will I be the same then? It's hard to tell. Easier to lie. Tell you that my feelings do and will transcend time. I wish I could. But then wishes don't come true. I wished you were here. Now I only wish you will be here someday soon. Should I leave and maybe return? But then you could come sooner and not find me. Should I wait? But then maybe my patience will have eroded the spark. Maybe then, there will only be the forgotten image of my heart. And should you fail? I will stand there, trapped in a memory, shackled by loveless chains. Should you fail? Passers by will claim I loved in vain and wait for ghosts; that carry whispers of your name and where you are. For maybe that will ease the pain. To know you're there, somewhere in love's embrace and not alone. Waiting for the same wind I chase. I hope it blows. Blows towards you. Always. Even if it happens to blow you further away. From me. From the burial grounds of countless stars above the darkness, that will begin them again. A place, where it's not so strange to believe. To believe that we will meet again.

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