𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭

he lives in between
the clouds of my dreams
and the mist of my reality.
I have never touched his
face yet I have known
his name for so long now.
sweet words cover
his lips in honey and drip
their way into
a virtual conversation.
he discusses a life that is filled
with sophistication and
maturity that I have not yet known.
he talks of philosophy and
economy and business and capitalism.
he knows the things I dream to know.
and yet,
he loves me.
he asks me about my day
and he remembers the little things
I've said.
he loves me.
but know he'll become tired
of me just as everyone else
before him did.
and although I expect it,
it will still hurt when he moves on.
it will still tug at my heart strings and
make me sob when the grave is
dug and the romance
has been pronounced dead.
it will still punch me in the gut to know
he got tired.
he got bored.
he got restless.
he fell out of love.
but I didn't.

written on: september 1st, 2020