When I opened my eyes, the realization sets in. I was back to reality.
The sun filtered through the unobstructed window lighting your room with a natural glow. Your bed was terribly comfortable, and I savored the moment in melancholy.
You had a bookshelf nonchalantly filled with various genres, your desk full of casual clutter and your walls decorated with meaningful posters.
A corkboard pinned with a Polaroid picture of you and, I assumed, her. The curve of your smile whenever you spoke of her name was present along with the glint of your loving eyes.
Your breathing brought me out of my thoughts, it was like an ocean breeze. You looked relaxed and peaceful as your warmth radiates presence beside me. My lips tilted into an incomplete smile.
Our hearts are parallel to each other. Alike and forever side by side but can never meet to make a perfect point.
How do I accept that, Max?
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
