Poems For The Lover And The Loner

Reminiscing.

The novelty of lovesickness had worn off. She was alone, but she didn't feel lonely. For 17 days she'd been trying to recall what her life was like only a few months ago. It felt as though every moment before that day was a blur. The only things she could remember were details of true happiness, which she hadn't experienced in a month. And it seemed that every mid-winter day was replaying in the back of her mid. As it projected itself vividly, she wanted nothing more than to relive every moment; to see that  smile. The one that made her cheeks warm and her insides fuzzy. Oh and to hear that voice, she dreamt wistfully, nothing quite compared to the tone of that voice... or the one laugh that could blur the lines between fantasy and reality... The more she wished, the less content she became with her solitary state. She knew what emotional aching it would cause, yet she continued reminiscing: Those lustrous eyes smiled all by themselves. And when the sunlight got caught in them... oh nothing could be more angelic... Every thought that passed through her head only pushed the tears further to the corners of her eyes. To know that she would never be held in that embrace again, and she would never feel the soft hand that held her's with such security.

She began to wonder if she only wanted to be special to someone- anyone... In all honesty, that was what she feared. She knew that she would be special to them for a month or two before they left. Am I too boring? Too predictable?  Maybe it's just me... she thought. Her eyes burned more than she thought was possible, but she'd wasted all her tears already.

She inhaled quickly at the thought of him.

Everything about him stole her breath away.

She wished her breath could be stolen for longer.