#missingbts

I had grown here, with a roof over my head, and riches beyond comparison. 

No warmth, or place to be called mine.

A future as bright as the stars we’ve gazed upon, haunted by loneliness.

I had fear.

The day had come, masked in the fragrance of roses and baby's breath.

I sacrificed my place in your heart. 

Bitter is the feeling beyond there.

Memories frequent me often.

I longed for that feeling of our hands interlocked under the sunset. 

The fullness of your laughter that vibrates beneath my cheek. 

The hues of orange and purple that colored our mid-summer skies. 

The essence of the green leaves brushing over our resting form.

The warmth that filled my heart from your auburn eyes. 

Years may pass, but the sound of your heart could never fade away. 

Perhaps, I lived as a shell. 

An empty vessel with no movement. 

The lights were dim when he set me free, but the fire in my heart had never burned brighter. 

Beneath the Rock Elm is where I was to find you.

When the time had come to be, you were already gone. 

Only then have I come to realize it.