Silly me...

My love,

Silly me… I really thought we’d end up together. But life had other plans... & I think… maybe that truth is its own kind of wreckage.

It’s a new kind of day. I don’t know… one that’s just trying to find a little peace. I see now… the little care you gave to the mess we made together. & yes, it takes two to tango...but here I am… still the solo dancer. Tracing the steps we learned… but alone. Every step is memory, sorrow, stubbornness… all mixed up. The music keeps going, indifferent. &... I just keep moving. Cuz sometimes acknowledgment is the only rhythm you’ve got!

I’m trying. I really am. Learnin to accept it. Slowly. Awkwardly. With this quiet, weird kind of resignation.

& even though our story won’t go the way I imagined…a part of me will always hope you’re happy. Even if it’s far away from me.

I’ll keep dancing alone… but I’ll never stop wishing you well.

-silly me-