Sincerely, Jennifer x

Piercing blue skies and pearl earrings,

smoky laughs and changing seasons.

Polka dotted printed blouses,

blushing brides in salmon chiffon,

smiling from the window as I wait for a sign,

waiting for you to arrive,

but wracked with worry.

I tried not to talk about you,

and wrote an album,

played for a vision of you as she softly taps her fingers, out of time with the beat,

yet again in my bed,

which I had promised myself was mine alone.

I avoid all the places you haunt,

but I carry a hope,

a spell,

a spirit board,

so determined to see you again,

so dependent on the idea that destiny is not done with us yet.

I am devoted.

I am a disaster.

I do not yearn.

I am resigned,

reaching all the same,

but aware that it will always end in tears,

both yours and mine.

Silk scarfs and cerulean dinosaurs,

rainbows and reminders of you, on the radio.

The sweetest dream.

The softest pain.