little lights in my heart

After all this time, I’m still waiting for you to call me and say you’re sorry and you haven’t had a day where you haven’t thought about the way I used to hold you. Or even for you to just show up at my door and hug me, and in that hug I’ll understand everything. But in reality, I know the longer I wait, the more you’re getting used to your life without me. You’re happier without me as the time goes on.

“The clock reads 4:23 AM and you sleep so gently next to me, I’m afraid if I breathe too hard you’ll float away. Our feet make hills at the bottom of the bed, the window cracked open so we have an excuse every night to brush warm shoulders. Here, peace is a verb. It is every rise of chest, every beauty mark on the body we’ve come to share. This meeting place of love. This fragile, humming pasture of passing time.”