UMU 17

I close my eyes and imagine myself in an empty theater.

I watch all the memories of us. 

From all the good moments, through all the bad ones.

I relive the first time we went out.

I watch that sly smirk you always do. 

Angled just perfect , so I wouldn’t know if you were keeping a secret or a clever thought. Just like the Mona Lisa.

I think of all those nights we spent out late. Laughing, kissing under the moon. 

I remember the view you took me to, that showed me all the lights in the city. 

And how beautifully those lights reflected off you. 

Showing all your perfection casting away all your insecurities. 

Just like any romance story, there’s a tragedy. 

Ours, as a result of my selfishness, was our little sunflower. 

I argued not to plant the seed. Too scared  of failing. Too cowardly to step up. Deep in my heart, I wish I could have. 

Oh how the memory keeps me up. 

My little sunflower. 

I never once asked what you wanted. 

Oh, how alone you must have felt. 

Not only once did you have to endure such a pain but twice, I ripped your heart out... 

Like in any romance movie there’s the resolution, usually a happy one.

But in ours ends with nothing but heart ache and tears. 

Oh how painful it is to relive these memories. Alone in this theater, I sit in a somber silence. 

Your laugh echoing in the endless theater. Your silent pain has never been louder than now.