i don't miss you,
i miss who you were.
and that person is dead
but i guess that's fair
because Jewels is dead, too.
and she was not buried.
i don't know what happened to her.
she faded away
crumbled, until there was nothing left to give.
and it was time to let go.
i like to hope that maybe she is still out there
waiting for her opposite to come back
somewhere.
you'll see her face vaguely
in the back of photographs
in the fog of early morning,
in the mist carried in by the rain.
in the eyes of him when he thinks no one is looking,
in the eyes of Jewels' new body
when her eyes are glazed over, and she's away from reality
when she's zoned out
and remembering.
you forgot Jewels, but she didn't forget you.
oh dear god, she would never.
she could never.
i like to think that maybe she is just dormant.
not gone, just dormant.
maybe one day she will return.
maybe one day he will, too.
she lies in ruins,
split apart at the seems
because when he left he tore something out of her
but she does not remember what that organ is named.
she is still waiting
and she will wait forever
till the sun is no longer shining
till all the stars' light has stopped reflecting
till the earth no longer exists
till the end of time.
and he will come back
he will
he will.
they weren't supposed to leave each other, as fate said.
this wasn't supposed to happen, and i am sorry.
until their hands become intertwined again,
they will wait.
but you see,
that is where the problem lies.
both of them are waiting on the other
but how can one do something
if both are waiting?
Jewels misses him
and she knows,
god she knows,
he misses her.
he just doesn't want to admit it.
and so until they return to one another,
as it was supposed to be,
until then,
they will wait
and they will wait
and they will wait.
because they were both that tie
that for some reason
they could just never sever.
