3Young girl
It seems so long ago, the last time I saw you. So long since I heard your voice. How strange it feels to see you here, in this place, though I shouldn't be surprised. It seems so long ago the moment passed, the one where you forced me to change the choices I was making, where you forced me onto a different path so foreign to the others I have known.
You know you look so young still. You're still so young. How peculiar it is to look back at the girl who played woman for a while. To the child that so put my life into such contrast that I was blinded and had failed to stop from loving. Loving her mind and her soul, and the eyes that reflected both. I cursed and I blessed the day you left my life for good. The day you would go to a boy and give him everything. Everything I had ever needed and yearned for but never dared hope for. At nights I dared not sleep for fear of your face and imaginings of your embrace.
You had bewitched me with your mind and naïve little hopes, warming the icy shell I had composed to keep others at bay. Seeing you here, dancing and laughing, brought all of my repressed emotions and longings back to my tortured soul. And I realize I must have been a fool to think I didn't want you anymore.
For the first year you had gone away, my life was unbearable. It was akin to living in darkness and having just a few moments of light. And in its presence it harvests such unknown joy and love at its sight. But in its aftermath and the darkness envelops you again, you are left even more aware of your need. And so this child affects me to very base of my existence and self. And I am left to yearn and hope. And as I see your eyes sparkle in the light, our eyes catch…
She bears no ring on her finger.
Inspired by Young Girl by The Union Gap
Ever so bitter sweet
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