People always focused their attention on him.
Maybe it was because he was reckless and young, always making mistakes.
Whereas, she was responsible and kind and selfless.
When they were together, she felt like an afterthought.
And so she became one.
I wish I could have saved her from that feeling.
I wish I would have told her sooner, the truth:
that she has always been the sun.
I’ve written before about pieces.
Pieces that get lost
when you’re in love with someone, as two hearts
begin to merge together.
I’ve always mourned the loss of those pieces, those parts
of myself that I resigned to never see again.
But maybe, I don’t have to mourn them.
Sitting on the couch, I finally realize what girl friends are for.
They are for reminding us of who we are when we can no longer remember,
for remembering all of our pieces and appreciating them,
for wiping the confusion and sadness away with the two words you’ve forgotten you needed
to hear: I understand.
Parts become pieces, and
pieces get lost
day by day,
year after year
until, you wake up
who you were
is no longer who you are
and the pieces that once held you together
no longer fit.
I am every love letter you were too afraid to send.
I am every missed chance at an honest laugh.
I am the girl in the books, you never read.
I am every stolen kiss from those cycling through your bed.
I am the wind in your hair on your loneliest day.
I am those three little words that you could never say.
I wish we would meet again,
Splitting Wood by Claire Guerreso