8 ½ by 11 pieces of paper,
College-ruled,
Empty.
That’s how it all started...
Empty-
Filled with possibility-
slowly, we added more
filling the paper together
with dreams-
ambitions-
secrets-
Letters sent back and forth
professing our love
dreaming for the future,
and creating lists-
lists.
lists of the future-
lists of our dreams together-
lists of future plans and happy things-
and as we listed our lives,
we forgot to live them.
we listed romantic dreams
until romance became a dream-
we listed happy things-
until we had none between us..
and then we realized…
that our little page was filled
there was no room for us...
I keep those lists,
in my book,
with me at all times
hidden from the world-
hoping that one day
we may still make those dreams we once dreamed
come true-
knowing we won’t -
the pages aren’t empty-
But I sure am-
an empty shell of my existence
a blank piece of 8 ½ by 11 paper-
All I have is
the list of our future plans and happy little things
our list-
I think it’s time to make a new one-
but **** if I won't keep trying
to one day make those lists
mean something again-
Who knew... it takes longer to move on than it does to fall in love.