ruby veldt
i miss him so dearly,
longing to reach out,
tell him how deeply i love him,
talk about our days—
the silly gossip,
the stupid yapping.
but i can't,
for he's not mine to love anymore,
not mine to hold,
but someone else's.
maybe she holds him now,
sharing her day,
his laughter echoing,
a kiss on her lips,
"god, i love you so much."
yet i still ache for him,
still resent how we've become strangers,
our lives no longer intertwined,
the "invisible strings" broken,
replaced by braids of lies.
so another night passes,
reading through our old conversations,
crying myself to sleep.
while he's probably talking to her,
and she's probably blushing—
"gosh he's so sweet."
even so i confide in the stars,
hoping somehow he'll hear,
and maybe, just maybe,
one day,
in the quiet of the night,
he'll miss me too.
and in the stillness
perhaps,
he'll remember us,
the love we once shared,
and for just a heartbeat,
he'll wish, he was mine again.
solid loom
worldly plank
river adder