Some nights I miss our late night walks at the park, holding hands under the street lamps while discussing our plans for the future. We spent hours sitting across from each other on a wooden bench, sharing our philosophies and inspiring each other to be our better self. We were just too good to be true. ·
One night, the illusion came undone and I could no longer conjure you out of thin air. I kept going back to the park at the dead of the night but you didn’t materialize before my eyes like countless other times. So I tried to push you out of my memory but the wooden benches asked about you and I saw your lingering shadow under the street lamps.
Was it all just a dream? Your presence kept me sane but in your absence I could no longer recognize the person I’m becoming. A hole has opened up within the deeper parts of my heart. I spend the days trying to fill the empty spaces with all sorts of distractions. However at night, I cannot escape the memory of you and all that we’re meant to be.
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