All those memories cause now
Is pain
I see that
As I follow you
In the cold March rain.
Your bittersweet tears mixing with the droplets
That splashed your skin.
All I want to do
Is be able to feel
Just for a few moments
To comfort you in your grief.
All I want to do is tell you
Life goes on
And what we had was special
And meeting you was
The best thing that ever happened.
All I want to do is tell you
That it is okay to move on
You deserve to be happy
Even if that means
Forgetting me completely along the way.
I guess
In a way
The pain does remind us
That what we had was real
And not just some teenage fling
Full of empty promises.
I love you
And you loved me.
That much I hope
Will always be true.
I am here
As you reach your destination
Our secret spot
A lake behind a rickety old manor
Between two large weeping willows.
I remember many times
We talked
About renovating the rustic manor
And living there forever
In our own little world.
I watch you sit in the damp grass
Under a dripping branch
Staring out at the rippling water
With dead gray eyes.
I sit next to you
Looking at your ghostly skin
Chapped lips
Limp, unkempt hair
Disheveled clothing
And fingernails bitten to the quick.
You are but a shadow
Of your former self.
The hopeful
confident and care free girl I knew
Is gone
Swallowed by shadows
And an unhealed heart.
Before I realize what I'm doing
I reach out
With translucent fingertips
And gently stroke your cheek
Wishing to give anything
For you to feel me.
I watched tou shiver
Blaming it on the rainy day breeze.
I would like to think
For just one moment
That you know that breeze is me
For just one moment
You would smile
Knowing I am here
Watching over you
In this strange place.
Always.
