I thought I would love you forever. I’m glad that I was wrong.
I’ve learned that the things we lose
are the things we were never supposed
to keep. And I never could seem
to hold on to the sound of
when you were away from me.
But now, I’m glad your voice is gone
from me forever.
And I will never be haunted
by the sound of
"I don’t love you anymore."
She had always reminded me of a piano,
the way she was beautiful on her own
but truly came alive when her voice was mixed with others,
and when my fingers grazed her skin
like the smooth feeling of white and black keys
the most beautiful sounds came out
and when I heard her, every time
like a sonata or fugue
I could feel goosebumps, and
a chill run down my spine, the reaction
only beautiful music could elicit.
She traveled thousands of miles away from home,
away from everything she knew, away from
the comforts of electricity and plumbing.
People thought she was trying to find something
But not even she realized
that it was herself she was trying to get away from.
If you watched her closely, you could see
The thoughts swelling just below her skin
And all of the things she wanted
Desperately to scream at the top
Of her lungs, all the beautiful-
Wonderful thoughts trying to
Escape all at the same time.
But it only came out as a sigh.
I want to read
and touch every
inch of your skin
to figure out
I want to know
all of you.
She was a collector of things. Books, marbles, coins and
trinkets, she liked to keep them close
It wasn’t quite the same with people.
but a collection of one was enough.
When I look at you, its like the whole universe breathes this heavy sigh of relief. And I’m not sure what that means yet, but I know I’d like to find out.
She walked through life with her eyes closed. Not that she was impaired. It was by choice.
"Why though?" People would ask.
And she never gave an answer.
Never offered an excuse or explanation.
Ironic, no? That they were the ones who couldn’t see.