Maybe Tomorrow

One day, I’m going to learn to love the pieces of me that weren’t important enough for you to remember. One day, I’ll grow into this shell that I created for myself to protect me from the world. One day, I won’t be this broken.

Comparisons

I never said I missed you.

Until I remembered the scratch in your voice when you whispered in my ear every morning or the way your arms would drape over me, wordlessly convincing me to stay in bed for just a little while longer.

I can still feel the sun warming my back as I pillow against your chest, basking in the breaths and beats that so often played like music in my ears.

His legs never left the bed like yours did, right to the floor, left heavy behind it. And his fingers never danced comfortably across the small of my back.

You were a shadow attached at my feet, a part of me which I could never escape. You were a ghost that only I could see, too afraid of losing the memory of what had died so long ago.

But I never said I missed you, and know that I never will.