Three weeks—
and somehow you fit into my days
like you’d always been there?
No touch, no meeting, just laughter
yet you touched my days.
Three the’s—
gentle care,
yet I knew your kindness by heart,
felt your care in every word.
The “I am busy but you’ll be on my mind”
The “I miss you”
The “I am just sitting on my couch”
Now all I have is the shame,
the embarrassment.
Three tenses—
Present. It was safe, cozy, constant and you. Like having my favourite cup of tea by a fire. Oh, how I love tea! Like a blanket. Like a teddy.
Future. Still stuck on this ride. On a path of magic, hope, light, enthusiasm and happiness. On the ride in Canada. A white Christmas like I’ve always dreamt of. My dream was gonna become a reality.
Life is beautiful and I actually do have time I thought to myself.
How silly of me!
Then—
Past.
You got off the ride without warning,
and I’m left holding
a handful of memories that never had a chance to grow.
Still, I’m grateful for the light you gave,
even if it was only borrowed.
You said “I did not develop any romantic feelings towards you” if only you knew I never wanted to be loved, just wanted to be known.
Regardless…I have to get off this ride. Take a deep breath you can do this.
One. Two. Three.
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