“it’s not good,”
you told me,
which I took to mean
“I’m not happy.”
I wished you happy.
it was only right
to walk away.
you were not happy,
but with another.
I walked away
hoping you happy.
with me?
a girl can dream.
but just happy
with or without me.
you never came for me,
but I still hope
you found happy.
I stopped reading
everyone else’s words
except yours
your words always sang
and when they did
my heart twirled
and my soul swayed
wishing
there would be a day
when you would speak
those words
your words
ones I had heard as
your voice
in my head
your whisper
in my ear
your sigh
on my neck
your lips
on mine
our souls
in one room
your words
in my air
only my air
hazel meadows 