An hours conversation,

No voices, just words.

Excitement sparks -

You know, just like those sparklers on the Fourth of July?

But I won’t tell a soul.

I would probably jinx it.

Or mess it up somehow, in my own way.

But in the end,

We only regret the chances we didn’t take.

I think I’ll take this one....

Long ago, you slipped through my fingers,

Like the dry sand on the Outer Banks beaches.

And I had been grasping for the tiny morsels,

Begging for you to come back.

To the waves that dunked us,

And the sun that burnt us.

But, after 220 days,

I know none of those beautiful vacations meant a thing to you.

So now, I wander to the beach at night.

I lay on my back. I look in awe at the stars above me...

I loved you so fiercely, my heart was on fire.

You collected the ashes and kept them,

Hidden in a box behind your bed, should you need them:

Kept for safe-keeping, for just-in-case,

Because you know I would jump fast

To get those ashes back.

And to be able to love you again....

I beg for you to teach me,

To continue teaching me,

Because I have no idea what to fucking do.

I question your judgement, staying with someone who wanted someone else,

Who only came back at the end of the night,

To sleep in his own bed.

Is this what I deserve too?

Stranded on an island, by myself,

Sinking slowly, declaring, SAVE OUR SHIP.

But what’s ours?

The acceptance of being second best?

May...

Life without you. What a way to live.

It’s no way to live, to not have loved.

The pieces in which you loved me,

I’d gladly hold close every day.

Even though it was not your whole heart,

I had the most joy I’ve ever had.

And I want it back....