37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes

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37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes
-B

I still remember the first time our lips met

We were innocent then

We didn’t know about politics and pain

We didn’t know the pressures of society

Or the expectations that would soon weight us down

We were children playing house

I was the wife

You were the husband

It all seemed so easy, carefree

Then we grew up

You have a job that lets you travel the world

The job that I dreamed of having

I have a job that ties me to this town

The town we grew up in

The town we learned about life in

The place I have learned to simply exhist in

Today marks:

37 days

14 hours and

2 minutes since I last saw you

I lost track of the last time I talked to you

Probably some time in high school

When you realized I was weighing you down

You found new friends

And you found new vices

I still dream of the night that we spent

Watching the meteor shower

That night in June before high school

Somehow our hands entertwined

And everything felt right

Your palm hugging mine in an intimate embrace

I wish I could tell you

How I feel, how I have always felt

I watch those sappy romantic movies

And wish we were the characters

I feel silly marking the days

But it helps me get by

Helps me get through each day

Knowing that one day you might come back

And see me and love me again

Unrequieted love until then…