Jaded

I turn around and look at the empty space where you used to be. It’s not so barren anymore, I can see blades of grass poking through the hard concrete. Occasionally a black cat walks past swaying gracefully from side to side purring contentedly. There are no menacing clouds blanketing your spot anymore. People don’t feel like they have to walk around your territory. Why, only yesterday, a man walked right in and looked around the property, musing no doubt as to whether it’s a nice enough place to reside in. I didn’t say it was open for visitors. I couldn’t yet, when the memories are so fresh and achingly sweet. But I think he knew. If not today, then tomorrow. I can’t leave a chunk of my heart just lying around for anybody to tramp on. It has to pass on into someone else’s keeping. But for now, I wait. It’s brighter already but I want to absolutely sure before I let someone else in.

~ by strayangel on September 5, 2007.