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Forgetting

I love you.

There have been days it hurt to even think of you.
It hurt to be away from you,
but even more to be near you.

Such sweet pain. A silent martyrdom of longing glances flitting away as moths from a flame as
you
turned and looked at me. I only had to stop and smile and

I could see your face,
hear your voice,
smell your scent.

Two long years.

You
have been my friend.
Rock, steadfast, true, only you
would hold me as I cried, knew when I almost died, and
carried me home.
Safe.

I feel like I never thanked you.

Yet you love her.

I will never tell.
Happy for you as she enters the room and I'm alone,
cold as stone.
And I've forgotten the way you smell.

by Lauren Alexandra

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