It was a rainy afternoon when I found them, the pictures of us. I took the ones of your hands and held it against my chest. There was that feeling. Again. I grabbed the book from my shelf and flipped to the poem about how love is the one and only inspiration for our words. I re read it and smiled. Possibly, the hurt was worth the creations which it inspired. I slipped the photos into the page and placed the book back onto the shelf.
I forgot about those pictures. But I didn’t forget about you or how you inspire me and my words. I found them today, another rainy afternoon I spent sitting here wondering where you are and why the universe took you away from me. The feeling was back. I feel like I can’t breathe. But I’m trying to keep following the path because I know it’s the only way I can see you again. But just know, that moving forward is hard and the world keeps testing my bones and just when it seems like maybe, just maybe, I could be okay with a life separate from you, everything shatters.
I still love you. I know I can’t be there now. But once this is all over, I’ll leave this place that doesn’t feel like home anymore and, maybe, the place where you are will allow me to feel warm again.
