My Works

#33

I close my eyes tightly and will myself to think about something else.

But I can't.

You're all I can think about.

You're all that I want.

I crave your hugs and kisses.

I wish for your warm touch but know that it's hopeless thinking.

I cry then.

I cry knowing it's too late for us.

I cry remembering what you meant to me and I to you.

I sob wishing I could take it all back.

That you'd take me back.

I know you won't though.

Then I remember.

You hurt me too.

We had a lot of good times but the bad was more than good.

I look and see the teardrops and think of how they look similar to the rain.

I almost smile.

I've always found the rain calming.

Then I realize that's never changed.

I have though.

I smile even though cracked and broken.

The teardrops do look like rain.

And the rain is still calming

. . .now I can fully smile.

Loving someone is knowing when to let go.

So I let go.

Just like I wanted.

Just like you did.