Anxiety and butterflies danced in my belly first
And was followed shortly by intense longing, yearning, and…
There you were, holding hands
Walking just a few paces in front.
I shouted your name and…
You never turned or showed any recognition, such as a missed step or a tension in your shoulders.
For a few seconds I knew you were still here, that you
Had not gone away to “a better place”
Such a FUCKING crass sentence. I hate it. I HATE THOSE WORDS.
There is no better place than being with you. Walking through a scorched and barren desert would be bliss if we walked it together.
What emotions or clear thoughts can I have, when there is the emptiness of your shape that I fill and will not let go of.
I will not let go of you. Never.