Ephemerally

The gift of time has been returned, unwrapped and then wrapped back up. I remember waiting; enthusiastically at the finish line to celebrate with you your run, waiting at a saved table for breakfast, and waiting for you to come… back. I honestly thought if I waited long enough you might miss me, remembering just one thing enough for you to stay, but the high stakes game has ended; I bet my soul. You walked away.

I hope you are you happier without me; satisfied with your trade…touching for wanting, comfort for space, or maybe with another’s mouth, found newly wet in the water of some unknown lake. Perhaps the fireside conversation will be better, or she’ll give you something more; maybe her magic will not be an illusion, as with the she who came before. And I hope that she will love you, and that her perfection will be real – enough for you to love her back; demonstrating your words with time, and cradling a peace found more ideal.