For 15 years I pretended I was in love
And the truth is
i felt nothing
only feared the silence
The kind that you feel
after a winter's storm
When the world is glazed in
liquidy shimmers
dancing as the
sun climbs the sky with grace
bringing the light to the dark
A unblemished moment
Alone, with nothing
but the shadows
Thoughts racing
gasping for breath
this void between us
That kind of empty grows
if i am being honest
i have letters that remain unsent
And unread on a dusty shelf
millions of words unspoken
caught between pages
of all these well read books
yellowed folded corners
marking a memory
almost forgotten
in a corner bookstore
left with just enough
to remind me that
no matter all of the 'what if's'
all the regrets or lack of
in the end
you would still be you
i would still be me
the girl who played
make believe for far too long
i would still make my home in his arms
every.single.time
with no remorse. no apologies.
forever
©sammianne
S