Reminder

I look at you and I am only reminded of what I can’t have. The dark, mahogany eyes that are not mine to gaze into. Your perfectly crooked smile and deep dimples that appear when magic dashes between us then falters away.

I knew that I could never make you stay . . . You were meant to be that person that I would always come back to, always hold in my mind, but never in reality. It’s painful but beautiful.

All of these years have built up between us— Years of unspoken words, of moments not seized, of so much left unsaid and undone. I know that I can’t change it, can’t turn back time, can’t find the answers.

And if I could, I would. In my dreams I hold you tight, dream of us being together in the daylight. Drink in the nostalgia and the envy, bathe in the pain of what will never be . . .

I soak it in, look at you from across the room, and darling dare I say— You look like a jagged wonderful piece of art and it’s torturous so that you speak the language of my heart because it seems as though life is saying we were meant to part.