Moonlight drenches me like tears as sleep captures you but not me. My dreams are of you, even when I am staring wide eyed at the ceiling. Your daydreams are about her, even when she looks the other way and my eyes only ever find you in every crowd, through every storm.
Sunlight blinds me and makes my eyes water as I look to you and feel your phantom warmth, even from across the room – even from a world away.
I know you will never tell me you love me. You’ve chosen to walk the brick road lined with flowers, the one leading to her and happiness. But can’t you tell me you were at least tempted to walk through the darkened forest with raindrops flooding the ground? Tell me you were at least tempted to walk the way leading to me and all the love I’m drowning in.
I know you will never tell me you’re in love with me, but can’t you at least tell me that you almost were?
❀❀❀❀❀
Please read more of my poetry and prose:
Meet-cute at the Corner Table
She hurries into the dimly lit coffee shop with a battered laptop pinched between her elbow and side, shedding raindrops from her jacket. Taking her place in line behind an elderly man with a soggy newspaper, she inhales greedily of the familiar air infused with hints of freshly ground coffee and notes of burnt everything bagels.
By Donna Renee4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.