3,000 miles

I was a far walk from home, yes. But you left first, I do believe. For every step that made our distance, my thoughts stood near to you, and yours danced away with the changing winds.

I could never tell you all the things I did to kill your memory. Or how each progressive thing only etched you deeper in my brain; a more drastic comparison to make. Much of who I was, I lost, trying to rediscover who you made me. Trying to find that comfort you handed out so easily, and too quickly stole away.

I lied through my teeth to hold close to a new "comfort". But it was an empty bed I made; an empty bed we laid in. And you would still be miles away when I would wake, sharing pillows with regret. 

Though through it all, I would make no thing different. Not your timing, not my naivety, not a moment of the heart-chaos, for the way you held me as you said goodbye. Arms wrapped tight as they used to; enough to ease my soul, enough to break me. 

I could not take a single change at the risk of just that memory. 

S.

{Photo: I Love Wildfox}