standing at the window
she reads their love letters
to the universe
an infinite reflection
of who she was
staring back at her
as the colors of the moon
paint a luminous mural
across the room
the thought of him
comes flooding back through her
like it was just yesterday
and the goodbye
hurts just the same
a promise once made
now
just a bitter-sweet memory
how do you let go
when all you want to do
is hold on
that’s the tragedy of life
I guess love
had other plans for us
lay me down
and open me
like your favorite book
waiting to be read
tracing over the lines
of my novel
memorizing every word
there’s something about the way
you slide your fingers
between my pages
that makes my stories
come alive
inside another lifetime
I’m remembering
who you are
though every smile
every laugh
every fiber of you
feels so familiar
I’ve loved you before
a thousand years ago
in another space
inside this sphere
in some other existence
there was you and I
we were once before
she had this thing about her
where sunlight lived beneath her skin
aged postcards and love letters
were written upon her bones
in the most delicate ink
and chasing daydreams
was her favorite thing to do
because it always leads her
back to him
unspoken moments
printed
ink-stained
and packed away
reminders
of a life
that use to be
where the silence
feels so loud
within the corners
of our story
and time
seems to freeze
the memories
that still remain
inside the frame
of a polaroid
I hope you find
pieces of me
in the lyrics
of your favorite song
inside the lines
of your favorite book
or in the temporary moments
of fleeting happiness
but most of all
I hope you find me
in the silence of the night
when you close your eyes
and dream
*The picture is my own photography*
oh how I remember
that sunrise
was your favorite color
and the promise of a sunset
inside my eyes
was your favorite place to be
with every second
that passes
I wish I could hear
the sound of your breath
as you whisper
your love to me
and feel your voice
laying gently upon
the layers of my skin
I wish you knew how deeply
you are etched
into my bones
and that every poem
that flows from my fingers
will find a way to you
in every single lifetime
this universe holds
it’s the silence between us
that says everything
that we can’t
and how
at any given moment
you and I exist
in a thousand different places
it’s in these moments
that I wish you were here
to undress me
with your words
and caress my fragile heart
The Creative Chic 