HE WRITES
“It’s a sad world, I miss putting it all on black if you will… Now everyone is
worried about the what ifs(yes me). My imagination is my God.
I am ruled by two decades of exposure to human nature. I hurt for you.
My heart dies a little knowing another soul is out there in this sea of toxicity.
I’m trying to forgive myself for my past. It’s not easy, but I know I can’t
give someone my future while taking inventory.You are a rare light Amber.
Do not go silently into the night…”
Yesterday had me crawling out of my skin missing what is no longer mine. This morning I woke up with him on my mind with no holiday. Today is Valentine’s day, and he doesn’t love me in that way.. or does he?
I can’t tell you what he thinks or feels about me, but I assure you that it doesn’t matter. I am alone without, drifting through a silent night with every mourning for want of sun. I am cold most often. Too often. A sweater knitted with loops to loose for warm. Is it wrong to wish for arms to hold me through ink, darkest dawn without pockets. If I am meant to speak out, one love, two mouths, tangled tongues twisted to speak the same language:
LOVE.
What if that will only be mine to write about? I see myself in sweater weather, cloudy with every chance of rain.
Happy Valentine’s Day
and
Thank you for reading.
Always a Wink and a Smile,
Amber Garibay
