May 27th, 15
When we were younger, boy we were warriors. Maps full of
missions to accomplish, and we were so brave. Two beating hearts separated across
the globe - somehow we made it seem closer than home. Your name was the best
five letters I knew how to string together, and your voice was the easiest tune
to memorize. We would talk about how the world was small, we were so naïve.
Trees and mountains, oceans and highways, anything in between seemed less than
terrifying. Somehow, at the youngest age of glory you made the world seem
I’ve never touched your
face, because we were too afraid to work on something that fragile. While we
may have been victorious in our endeavors, we were too young to play a game
ruthless like love. So I wrote your name across notebook pages, and dedicated
songs on the radio to you. Sending each link throughout the years only hoping
that you would make a record, something incredibly long with the songs you said
were yours. A gift from myself, not a dollar spent - but an entire soul
invested. I never wanted anything more than to tell you that your hands looked
smaller than they should, and I wanted to tell you that it was alright - that
your hands looked small. Your proportions weren’t important, I didn’t care
about the metal on your teeth, or the bags under your eyes. The worlds that
flowed out of your mouth like rivers go were the best reasons to count the
minutes in between days. The words that flew out of your mouth like leaves
during storms reminded me that some people are more beautiful than Mother
Nature; some people get to have it all.
So I had started to
believe that you were a piece of earth herself, because everything you did
seemed so natural. Your voice never cracked, and your words never aged. I had
believed that everything you did, everything you would become was just an act of
art. Imagining masterpieces lining the walls of a museum, God I thought you
were the most valuable art form.
But like nature - like
her vicious qualities, when you destroyed the land between us, when you told me
that our worlds would eventually collide, I swore that you were wrong.
Searching for answer after answer, I swore to my friends, to the world that
there was a reason. However, there never was - because you are nature. You’re
the roots of grass beneath my feet, the reason the sky continues to show shades
of blue. The undying romance between the sun and the moon, chasing each other
throughout the hours of day and night. The water the covers more of our earth
that we like to imagine. And when nature calls, when nature makes a mistake -
or wanted to have some fun, the world has no answers.