To the girl who left me unrequited.

Envision

Envision:

I envision you now, with your squashed blackberry tinted hair and caramel eyes, as you present your findings on Alcatraz to us.
I envision you now, your hands extended as your lean fingers pat against the bars of the prison, shaking hands with the souls who had perished there.
I envision you now, being all jumpy with glee as you are excited to be there, as your fascination with dark things is expressing itself.
I envision you now, standing on the boat as the wind makes your hair cuddle against your beautiful face, the sun making your caramel eyes glossy as your lean figure shines like the angel you are.
I envision you now, two years ago, in that marshmallow white dress that shimmered like the moon. I was astonished as I looked from the ground below. I wished to smell the perfume that gravitated around you. I still do.
I envision you now, writing in your journal on the hotel bed. You write about the boy you love, I write about the girl I love.
The boy being your boyfriend, the girl being you. I shall secretly love you till the end.