Dec 4
The befores you don’t want
You remember before her, before her warm brown eyes, her curly brown hair.
You remember before her touch, and before her kiss, before you ever held her close, told her you love her.
You remember the grey, and the empty, and the weight of lonely.
But when you’re with her, her hand in yours, her lips against yours, you forget the befores. The grey has color, the empty’s all filled up. The lonely isn’t heavy on your chest, doesn’t drag you down.
All those befores, they scare you though, they absolutely fucking scare you. They’re places you don’t miss, don’t care to go again. These places are like ghosts, they haunt you when it’s quiet. They stop by and say hi when you’re alone in the dark.
She keeps it all away, the places you don’t miss, the ghosts that haunt, so you want her to stay. She might not, and you know it. The might nots make you uneasy sometimes, they keep sleep away when you let them in, but they’re worth the risk of happening. Without that risk, all those befores would be so right now.
She could be gone tomorrow, or the next tomorrow, or the next, but maybe she won’t. You want to tell her things with a voice you can’t find. You want to kiss her slow, and be with her as long as tiny gears turning tiny hands allow.
She might go one day, but you don’t want it to be today, not today.
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This is very beautiful! 🙂 I really like this one.
How emotionally stunning this is! I love your form of writing & the way it captures exactly what the person is feeling at that moment! Kudos!