a poem on love and letting go
A face across the street
Stopped her dead in her tracks.
The familiar hazel eyes,
That once ignited a fire in her soul,
All those years ago,
Flickered.
“John,” she whispered.
The name, tasted like dust
and unforgotten dreams.
John, the soundtrack to her summer nights.
John, her sunshine and laughter.
John, and the memory of his cologne,
A scent that sent chills down her spine.
Took her back to stolen kisses under the starry sky,
Whispering promises
That faded like morning mist.
His lips parted to speak her name,
Hanging by his tongue.
His hand moved hesitantly in the space between them.
A giggle broke the tension between them
“Grandpa John, I want Ice cream”
The words shattered the fragile bubble they’d built.
Hearts pounded, futures stretching before them,
A lifetime of unspoken words
Hung heavy in the air,
Fragile as a spiderweb.
Broken dreams whispered, “what now?”
His gaze locked with hers.
Some stories, no matter how beautiful,
Have unfinished endings,
Leaving behind a gaping wound that refuse to heal.
The memory of John,
Would forever be a bittersweet echo
Of what could have been..
