Dear No One, 

 

you used to be

some one I knew,

some one so precious to me.

 

you used to glance my way,

showing what was shy of a smile.

you used to rest your hand on my cheek,

the faintest of touches;

you used to make my skin blush.

 

no matter how lonely I truly was in the world,

you gave me hope;

an aspiration to break boundaries, to prove them wrong.

it seems like I'm sputtering platitudes but it was the truth...

 

or so I thought.

 

those who I once knew,

wished to be forgotten

and wished to forget the heartwrenching testimony of 

the pain I endured.

 

they told me you would be the same,

wishing to evade the exasperating rendition of my story

 

as every heartbreak in the history of love goes,

you changed.

you ran from the truth of what your life would ensue.

 

I thought I knew

who

you used to be

some one I knew,

some one so precious to me.

 

 

I trembled as the words spilled out of your mouth.

but there was nothing to say;

nothing to utter,

 

nothing to whisper,

nothing to beg for,

not a second chance,

not another day with you,

not a question of why.

 

I thought I knew

who

you used to be

some one I knew,

some one so precious to me.

 

 

other people would assume that time heals.

 

I waited.

I waited for the day that I would forget your hair,

a piece of you that I adored.

I waited for the day that I would forget your eyes,

they used to shine when they landed on me;

I worshipped them.

I waited for the day that I would forget your protection

and the way

 

you used to cradle my hands

like they were the most fragile part of me

and the way

 

you used to hold my eyes hostage

so you were the only one that I could see.

 

hundreds of poems

I've written

for you to see

and now I write one in a letter 

that I agonize for you to read.

 

hundreds of poems

where you were the most mesmerizing character

and the storyline took place in a daydream.

 

hundreds of secrets

I keep at bay

that I now share with you on this day

hidden in between the lines 

of words that I have chosen to give way.

 

and with that I say... 

 

Dear No One,

 

you used to be 

some one.

more so,

the Only One.

 

mu ultimate desire,

my suspended daydream,

my unforgiven love.

 

although you left me weary,

I have lesser days that I find dreary.

 

however fixed you are in my mind,

my thoughts are relentlessly unaligned.

 

you have not spoken a word since

but now when I see you I no longer wince.

 

yet they tell me

what you wish to say,

what you wish you had done,

what you wish you still had.

 

I am unaffected

beacuse you are

Dear No One.