I wish I had never let go.

I’ve forgotten the way

The skin on your fingers felt.

I used to think of them

As velvet, I know that,

Just like the way you spoke.

But, it was all for not.

Your eyes had strayed,

Wistful for what lay

Across the other ridge.

Your hand slipped from mine.

Watching you walk away, smiling,

Shattered my heart

I went to walk after you, but

I couldn’t break my feet

From the ground; they had

Grown roots.

Yours were supposed to intertwine

With mine, beneath the earth,

As we stood side by side

And weathered everything.

For one second, you walk across

The Sun, blotting it from me.