I cried about you for the first time in three months today.
I was listening to a book at work.
then, intrusively, i was tapped on the shoulder by the
memory of remembering you.
I didn’t cry for very long, only a few seconds but nonetheless
I took 4 steps backwards,
waiting for it to get numb again.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mourning a relationship,
or aching over unrequited Love.
I’m grieving the death of aPossibility.
The passing of the smallest semblance of serenity.
The demise of a demure chance at love.
When i think and i dream of it,
love seems wonderful and sweet
but in reality,
you’re the only person
that i wasn’t afraid
Of wanting to love.
you’re the only person
That i wasn’t afraid of.
