6:15pm

She kissed his pillow,
it's been five days since he had last laid there;
and still his scent is fresh.

She can hear knocking on her door,
the neighbors are talking on the other side of the walls;
and yet she still lays there wrapped in her blankets.

Her phone used to ring constantly till it vibrated its way of the bed.
Two weeks has went by and her family began to get more worried.
The apartment manager knocks and opens the door.

He walked into the smell of rotten food,
mail, pictures, and clothes sprawled on the floor.
He got to the living room,
her bedroom door was wide open.

She had tears staining her cheeks,
fingers and toes cold,
the window was open and birds lounged on the window sill.

He approached her quietly,
she look as is she hadn't moved from her bed.
As he looked at her all he could see was beauty.

He fell in love with this girl who was wearing a mens jacket.
He looked around and noticed it was nothing but mens clothes on the floor,
photos of a man everywhere.
On her dresser was a note.

He husband recently passed away.
As she laided there, he waited.
Waiting for her to wake up, and join the world that stole her husband away.

And maybe, just maybe;
he can help her.

He

He made himself the victim. He said it over and over, and soon he believed it completely. Then he told others about his tragic love story.

Love.

It was a major issue between him and her. He loved her for 17 years. Though he loved her, he still kissed companions night after night. Though he loved her, he slept with companions week after

week.

He tried numbing his pain, forgetting love, and fought back his attraction to the girl he dreamed about.

Though he loved her, he made her cry. Though he loved her, he pushed her away.

Love was never easy. He loved others, but not the way he loved her. Ex’s & Next’s always knew they could never compare to this girl. He held her higher that the girl that dared to fall in love with him.

Though he loved her, he broke her heart. Though he loved her, he never spoke to her.

 

Though he hurt her, she loved him.

Bye

You looked me in the eye and for that quick second, I knew it was over. I watched your lips form the phrase “Love of My Life”.

I smiled the best I could, but deep down inside my heart was cracking. You were finally happy, after all these years of searching for love.

As for me, I was and always will be in love with the idea of you. You were tall, fine lines, and humor that captured my heart.

I still watched you talk about how independent, free spirited but slightly controlling she is. How you guys first met.

But as my heart started to crumble at the pit of my stomach, I nicely broke you off in mid-sentence. Honestly I no longer could listen about her anymore. She had something that once belonged to me, which I knew I would never get back.

I left with a “bye”. A hug was no longer normal. I feared I would never let you go, I even told myself you would not see me cry.

It was done with a “bye”.