This is how we disappear…and the hope, curdles into rage
I wish you were here
Sometimes, I feel like I hear you whispering my name
Like a soft breath right behind my ear
You know, when they talk about love, they don’t tell you everything. No, they sugar-coat it and talk about happily ever afters, the simple and complex arguments and the bizarre breakups. Maybe they even tell of some of the struggles…but they never talk about us. They don’t tell you of the several trials and errors. They don’t tell you of the pain, and the stigma. They don’t tell you about us, the ones who fall for people we can’t be with.
Don’t forget me, my beloved Ours was a bond comparable to none Don’t you think we made a good team? We would be good on Broadway wouldn’t we? Do you remember how we fooled each other? And how our pawn…
I entered the house with a smile on my face and walked towards my room, the room I shared with my husband of five years. Today was our wedding anniversary and I knew he was still at work right now….