Dear Forever,
With the prolonged events of
“Please, God, help me out” and the wasted birthday wishes,
I find myself here
With an unopened present of warmth, serenity, and Sunday afternoon baseball
Never once have I second-guessed, misinterpreted, or purposely twisted,
Words or actions, it's strange
All I see is what I've longed for from someone else,
Late-night talks, morning runs, and an occasional rose or two on the doorstep
It seems so distant, yet so comfortably close
Foolish me, yes maybe, but I see a clear image, painting its way on my imagination
A June warm and bright, with long, lazy days, and powerful nights
Maybe a few starlit walks with firefly-catching, hand-holding, and hearts-racing
With the sounds of night and a slow country song underneath it all
But maybe I am second-guessing, it's happened before
When my Romeo was just a curly-haired boy halfway through puberty
Am I crazy?
I hasten to think so
That my ping-pong ball of a brain is programmed that way
Or that boys are meant to be confusing
Nothing can ever be like Saturday morning cartoons
With a few drawn hearts, and “I love you”
Although with you it seems so possible
That Mickey and Minnie were meant to be role models
Not just an expected lifestyle bringing so much disappointment
Solemn were the days wishing you back
Not looking for a replacement
He is nowhere near a replacement
He's a rock ballad after a long hard love battle
And he was an acoustic guitar, smooth and sultry,
But unfitting, uninvited
Now the uninvited have a way of getting an invite
They find the deepest crevices of the human heart
And seep in, slowly and beautifully,
Never did I imagine I'd be saying this,
That he was never meant to come to me
But he did, he made his mark, and he left
But after the predominant events of
“Thanks, God” and meaningful laughs,
I find myself here, pen in hand, letter to conclude
Dear Forever,

Take your time.