My parents once told me,
That one day I’d find,
A love so distinct,
I would softly call mine.
I never imagined
The boy all girls would chase,
Would crash into my orbit,
And become lost in my face.
You became my every sunrise,
The warmth in every light,
The pot of endless gold
At the end of my rainbow.
Those last few rapid months
Of late twenty-three,
Were the sweetest dreams I would ever see,
And they were mine for entirely free.
You promised that you loved me,
And oh you meant every word;
Those late night heartfelt confessions,
Those night-shrouded touches.
For a season of wonder,
I was your whole sky,
Before the spark flickered
And ran quietly dry.
You learned how to heal,
How to simply go,
To leave all our footprints
Asleep in the snow.
You drifted ahead
To a life unconfined,
While you left me in pieces,
Still lingering behind.
The cruelest part of all
Wasn’t the ghosted texts;
It’s knowing that your affection
Had truly fizzled out.
You gave me your heart,
Then you took mine away,
And now I am still trapped in the warmth
Of a cold yesterday.