Time

Content.

A very underrated word... We all strive for happy… But I am content.

Any more or less would be a lie, because I’m floating.

I have been for so long I forget what it’s like to fly.

Maybe I should have told you… Showed you...

But I just couldn’t imagine a world where you let me fall.

Where you would fly on, not even knowing you left me.

And now you’re floating too, because time makes it harder and harder to fly…

we are floating millions of miles apart

And

I’m tired of sailing for you.

I’m tired of reaching for nothing.

I’m tired of knowing that you aren’t trying.

So I’m floating.

I’m not happy.

I’m not sad either.

I still see the life in your eyes.

The soft kind of light you bring to my heart.

It’s a soft feeling…

It’s a lingering memory of emotion.

I love you, but I’m not in love with you.

I am not full of the feeling anymore.

My life isn’t in reaction to you anymore, it’s comfortably parallel.

And I’m okay with that.

I have to be.

Don’t I?