Part of me has been waiting…
Waiting for you to show up at my door or be there when I get somewhere.
I would throw my arms around you, gripping tight. Tears would flow down my face as I asked if you were real.
Damn. They well in my eyes Judah thinking about the idea.
Part of me knows…
Knows you’re not coming back. I’ll never see you again.
I know you sent me that message. The love in the dream. Telekinesis. If people knew, they’d say I’m finally going mad… Succumbed to the insanity gene habored in my body. But you wouldn’t. You have the same empath abilities. You have told me so.
I can’t figure out if you were accidentally reaching out – a memory so real I tapped into it. If you reached out on purpose, misssing the love we had.
Or worse. If that was your fleeting energy as your soul left this Earth the moment you died. A weight in my stomach passes.a.wave of nausea through my body each time I remember this dream.
Part of me is ready…
Ready to love again. It will never be the same. No love can be the same as what we had. But that’s okay. I don’t really want it to be. I want what we had to be specially unique.
But I can hope for a similar excitement on my bones. I can hope for a connection from my heart. I can hope for someone who understands me and accepts me for who I am.
You’re the only one who ever did. Maybe it’s the empath in us that allowed us to connect.
Par of me prays…
Prays for your safety and well-being every day.
Although it doesn’t really matter. Because if you died, no amount of prayer will change that. Maybe I’m being punished – will spend the rest of my life wondering.
Part of me wants…
Wants to forget the live we shared.
Part of me hilds on…
Holds on because even if it wasn’t real, our love was the best gift I ever received.