Passing Cloud

You're with her. I know you are. Probably holding her hand or even kissing her. Your smile is brighter than the summer sun I'm desperately trying to ignore. Do you think of me sometimes? 'Cause I remember the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled at me, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. Does it ever cross your mind too?

You said you were single. And I believed you foolishly. Hoped against hope that maybe there was a chance for us. But love, it seems, rarely follows the rules of logic. It chose her. The girl with hair like rich earth and a figure of ethereal grace. The girl who probably makes you feel like the luckiest man alive.

I thought things might be different this time. That maybe, for once, I wouldn't be the one left with the shattered pieces. But I'm always wrong, aren't I? You said 'yes' to her. Just like that. So easy. Like flipping a switch. I keep telling myself it's over. But I remain here, watching you two disappear into the cafe. And the way you looked at her, like you've finally found your home. It's like a cruel scene playing over and over. I can only dream of what it must feel like to be held by you. Oh, she’ll never understand this desperate yearning for a touch that will never, ever be mine.

I'm trying to distract myself in anything that'll keep your face out of my mind. But it's no use. You're always there—in the crowd, in the reflection of a passing car, in the way the sunlight catches the leaves on the trees.

This feeling that I'll never find someone who makes me feel the way you did, even for a breath of time. I guess some people are just meant to be stars. And I'm just a passing cloud, obscuring their light for a little while.

Maybe someday you'll see that the love you thought you found was just an ephemeral summer romance, while the one you left behind was a deep, enduring ocean.

But I know those are just fantasies. Self-deception to ease the pain. The truth is, you're gone.

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