My heart calls for you every night. I wish you knew. I wish you could hear it.
They say if you love someone let them go. If they don’t come back to you they were never yours.
So you were never mine. That much I’ve known for the longest time. But still I took a leap of faith which you rejected outright. And I took every insult that came thereafter as wordlessly as you delivered them.
What killed me most though was becoming your friend…the kind too close not to acknowledge but too far to seek out when necessary. When that time of need came, my heart broke for three days straight because I could do nothing to wipe your tears away.
Now you’re on the other side of the state. I wish you’d say something to me. Anything. Somehow. Anyhow. Somewhere. Anywhere. I wish you would try to be with me.
But the facts are to you I’m as good as dead. And I’m somewhere between not wanting to listen to my heart and wishing it would no longer speak.