The Blood & The Bones

And then it was time to say goodbye. The last hug was tight and long. All our hugs were like this. I felt each time like you did not want to let me go and that there were words transferring through our touching skin that our mouths could not say. Or at least I wanted to believe I did.

I slowly got into my car. Every part of me hoping you’d stop me. You’d come to me again. One more hug. And then another and we’d stay all day in the morning sun as it faded to afternoon embracing each other.

But you didn’t. You walked on to your car.

And again, I took my time.

Slowly fastening my seatbelt.

Looking for my glasses.

Adjusting my seat..

But all the while I was watching you. Taking you in because it felt as if this would be the last time, the only time, I’d ever get to do this. You stood there rummaging through your trunk and still I waited.

I waited and I prayed.

I said 1000 prayers in those 30 seconds.

Hoping for your eyes to meet mine telling myself, if he turns around to look at me just once then it was real.

But you never did.

LL
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In retrospect, it should come as no surprise to me that none of it was real. And reading through what I’ve written lately, I’m almost embarrassed to share it knowing I was the only one who felt it. But, then I remember that no matter what, it was real to me and that’s still worth something, isn’t it? #thebloodandthebones #writer #poetry #poetryandpain #writing #writerscommunityofinstagram #writingcommunity #writetoheal #poet #poetry #thecrimsonpages #writersofinsta #writersonig #poetsofig #writersofig #writing #poetry #writerslife #writerssociety #fromtheblog #writinglife #writers_around