365

“I hope many years from now, you stumble upon this message again. You find it cute. You laugh a bit. I hope.”

Thursday

It’s been an entire year since Thursday,

And still, maybe even always.

I’m not going to feign and pretend it’s been all roses and butterflies since Thursday

I’m not going to pretend like there aren’t days that thoughts of you alone occupy my mind

I’m not going to pretend your departure didn’t leave a void

But in all of this what I can accept are the pleasant memories that come with every thought

I think about the great music we enjoyed

I think about that most unconventional love that we shared

I think about the sensational kisses and everything else

There are the days when I still miss you so much

Where I crave nothing more than to be in your embrace

In the arms of a lover I felt forever safe

Even in deafening silence it was the most comfortable place I could be

But I’ve made my peace with days like those

I’ve accepted that days like those come sometimes

I’ve accepted that’s it’s alright to miss you sometimes

I’m fine with it, because when those days come, I can still smile

I no longer pray and wish with everything in me, that I still had you or that you’d come back

Instead, I talk about how good we were together

Because I guess in this life time, chance happens to everyone

Perhaps it was a situation of right person, wrong time. Who knows?

It took every ounce of strength from me

But I think it’s safe to say I’ve finally made my peace

You might expect that I’d say the love is done

But truth be told, it’s not and that’s alright

The emotions I felt were too deep to just fade away

I have bled them out and drowned them in every way I could

But all that did was cause more grief

It’s more peaceful for me to accept a part of you would always live within me

Even though I desired the whole of you, I’m satisfied with the memories

365 days later and still, maybe even always.