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By Ali Date: 2007 May 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.12.19.56.22821]] |
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I picture you there, after all the heartbreak, in spite of all the miles (figurative and literal), I see you there, smiling at me like nothing ever happened, like nothing ever changed, like nothing else matters, anymore. I picture you there, despite all my good intentions and logical conclusions. Your ghost-smile laughs at all my knowing reasons, these intellectual realizations, and the reality that too much time has passed for you to even care, and I wonder if I'll always wonder, always think of you when I need someone to lean on, when I need someone to believe in me-- which is ironic, really. I picture you there, as if it is impossible for you to be anywhere else, with anyone else. I imagine you finally taking a leap, like the ones I was always taking for you, though you were too preoccupied to understand it, then. I picture you there, leaning against the wall like you were always wont to do, head tilted to the side, grinning, waiting until you can sweep me up and hold me (I still remember your arms). I picture you there, blue eyes dreaming, unbreaking everything I could never quite explain. I picture you there-- but I know, against the pain of hoping, that I may think of you, that I may hope for you, standing by something akin to memory. I may picture you there but I know you won't be. |