If I had a penny
for every little thing that made me miss her,
I’d be crying over a stack of c-notes
wishing I was with her.
I can no longer watch
Marlon Brando play The Godfather…
without thinking of the one person
I never seemed to bother.
I cannot hear Elton John sing the words
“Goodbye, Norma Jean”
without picturing the most beautiful girl
that I have ever seen.
The movie never looked so good
and the music never sounded better
than when I was sitting beside her
and she was wearing her Earthbound sweater.
When I’m around her,
I’m never anyone but the best version of myself
she saved my endangered soul
and brought me out of my shell.
She made me feel safe to laugh
and safe to cry in equal measure,
but for every ounce of pain,
she gave me a gallon of pleasure.
The sight of her smile
never ceased to make me soar.
The memory of seeing it
makes me wish I saw it more.
If only she knew
she moves me in the deepest way,
and that I regret leaving her
instead of choosing to stay.
I know I’ll see her.
The distance is temporary.
The prospect is exciting,
but the wait is scary.
Our days apart seem
like an utter waste.
Just perpetual feelings
of yearning and lots of empty space.
I’m happy to know her.
I’m proud to call her my friend.
Her smile will shine on me soon.
We are far from the end.
But if there’s one thing above all
that always makes me want to cry…
it’s that I told you I love you
and then had to say goodbye.