Do you know what it feels like?
To have the earth removed
from beneath your feet?
To have the entire sky
fall apart on you?
To have the world stop existing
and you are just hanging barely
by a thread to absolute nothingness?

That is what it felt like
the moment you mentioned
of her existence.

It was like -
the whole world became
a mighty stranger
and it was never
the same way as before.

You know what ***** the most?
That I miss you
even at my happiest.

A book of
incomplete stories,
almost loves,
unsung songs,
& broken dreams-
sometimes
that is what
her entire life
felt like.

There are some wounds you never show
Some stories you never tell
Not to your best friend, partner, lover,
or any other soul -
They remain locked and buried
Within the deepest parts of you.
You don't even whisper about them to the wind
Except maybe to the darkest of nights.  

I hope someday
You won't have to carry them to your grave
I hope you will be healed and free of them.

I swear
I don't intend to
But somehow
All the words
That tumble out of my pen
Revolve around you
As if you were the sun
To my earth.

If you painted me
As the villain in your story
So you could be the hero in hers
Then I hope
At least to her
You remained the hero
Till the last chapter.