Sadness visits me like an uninvited friend. She sits down beside me, watches me stare blankly then cheers me to go on — -in my state of loss, of silent agony.
She knows my home — the door, the window. She has keys to my room. She lies down as if she owns my space. She comes at the unholiest hour to wake me up in tears.
I’ve loved you with the kind that knew no faltering, never cared about leaving. But I had to, not because I lost it, but because I had to free myself from the scars of your past. I wish I could still love you from afar. And if by chance I cross your memory, I wish you could look back and think of my face, my hands, my heart. I wish you could love me back even just by chance. Through the distance.