Dreaming Tree

I don’t remember, any more, 
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine, 
Caressed them, 
Memorized the length of your fingers, 
The depth of your calluses. 

I don’t remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don’t remember, any more, 
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm, 
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together. 

I don’t remember, any more, 
The sound of your voice, calling 
My name as though
It were a song 
Within itself, a precious treasure 
You valued with all your being. 

And I don’t remember, any more, 
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips, 
Only…
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me, 

“I love you.”

I hope this is a passing phase.

There is no future where I stand here with you.

This is the end.

No longer will you hear my voice.

So long, goodbye.

And don’t you think for a second..

..you’ll see my face again.

I killed hope, but you buried it.

This is a promise, I will not let you back in my life.

This is a promise I keep to myself.

Only time will tell, how long you’ll keep your legs closed.

I give that bitch another week, before she’s on her knees again with one of my friends.

And I tried my best to fogive and forget you.

Won’t you be my bride? (Another day)