My physical self offers nothing to be desired. I suppose my inner self is just as lack-luster, as transparent as a ghost and easily lost against the color of the world around us. I hover around the edges of your existence, waiting for that moment when our friendship progresses(more) to the glorious creature it could be. My heart beats to your every smile, but your attention is always wavering. My only picture of you is blurred--your hand held up to avoid my lens.
Months go by. Years. Life pulls us together and apart like the tide, our moments together captured in my memories like beautiful stills. Perfect instagrams, lost in the folds of time. You in the center, the hazy glow of the sun's ray illuminating everything I love about you. The shadows make beautiful lines of your face, hiding the flaws I blinded myself to and could care less about. You know the kind. They turn my gut and make me want to smile and cry at the same time, but instead I just ignore them.
I walk the streets feeling the hollow spaces you've left within me. The moon has pulled you away again, but this time she won't bring you back. I put my hands to my lips, imagining the kiss that never was and never will be.(less)