Morticia's Diary Entry - 08/05/2019

Entangled and entwined

fates and hands

yours with mine

and even though nothing appeared ordinary

somehow it made perfect sense

I was at the shore

sojourning and contemplating on a cold night

when out of nowhere

I saw something

a spark at first, then a short glimmer

which then turned to a miniature flame

And slowly, the light took a shape - 

yours.

And my heart - the cold little bastard

which never bothered to look up to anything,

looked at you and smiled.

I never intended to adore you, 

Never wanted to give in to you

but that little asshole of my heart

started to warm up to your light.

I never wanted to look at you the way I do,

never wanted to kiss you the way I do.

But it all changed

as my hands clasped into yours

and then pulled me in your warm embrace

as I put my arms around your neck

and danced with my feet on yours

and my nose against yours

and my heart,

my heart close to yours

the mole hiding stealthily in your left brow

Almost mirroring my own in my right

I look back at that night and realized

it wasn't the night

or the music

or the place

it was you

your touch

your being.

And even though I'll never see you again,

and never curl up beside you,

and wake up beside you,

and look at you the creepy way I do,

or lick your nose the weird way I do,

Even though we'll never meet again,

or our lips,

or our bodies and souls,

the winds of my home will bear witness to the moment I first saw you

and walked with you while you entertained me with your family's supernatural encounters.

the terrace of my home will bear witness to the moment we held hands

when I first looked at you like a lost kid looks at his home

the terrace of your home will bear witness to the moment we first kissed

when my soul woke up after a long slumber

the hall of your home will bear witness to the moment we first danced

where for the first time, I was afraid, yet dared to let myself be vulnerable again.

the hall of the college canteen will bear witness to my eyes' anxieties

which but yearned to look at you just once more.

I'm sorry that you're scared

that you won't trust again

or love again

but I'm grateful

that you taught me

to be happy again, to be faithful

to love again

because

if it doesn't scare you

or disturb you

or make you smile like an idiot

then what's the point?

so what if it's scary

so what if it's hurtful

so what if you don't know how it's gonna end

so what if it keeps you up at night

it's also beautiful

and warm

and human.

Farewell, my summer love.