Her mind is often filled with the sound of his voice saying her name, a sound she hasn't heard for some time. She thinks back to that day, a year ago today, when his arms cradled her broken heart and his shirt captured her falling tears. Only the stars in the sky witnessed that night, a moment where all was right. Now all alone, her emotions again penetrate the back of her eyes. A silent stream of tears roll down her rosy cheeks, turning her eyes a vibrant shade of blue. She dreams of his presence beside her again, this time accompanied by a promise to never leave. In desperation, she unfolds the small pieces of paper constantly contained within the confines of her back jean pocket, hoping to find a piece of him.
As she read those words upon the worn-out paper, the barrier of distance and time was demolished by the simple, "I miss you's" and, suddenly, he patched up the weathering surface of the little muscle in her chest. Each line she read was as if he was by her side, speaking the words himself. It was almost as if he had never gone. And I guess he was never really gone; for she can always find him dancing around her thoughts.
I gave you my heart the moment we met, and good thing I did, because you have a way of mending it's brokenness when you say "I love you".
No comments:
Post a Comment