Faded

xlv

Space was needed.

Space was found.

Space was enjoyed.

Space has so many

Meanings.

So many interpretations.

Good and bad.

But if we're talking about

Distance,

Then that's what I wanted.

Just for a short time

Because it was 

Becoming too crowded

In my head

Again.

So I went down to Oscar River

And hummed along out loud

To the rhythm of  the bubbling

Brook and sat on the bank

In a floaty summer dress.

I tensed when I 

Felt my space invaded.

I turned around and it was you.

You asked if you could sit down.

I was still in shock.

You were actually real.

You sat

Anyway.

You told me you had heard about me 

Breaking up 

With Will.

Why did I continue

Such a pointless and

Idle conversation?

After all this time,

You were alone,

With me.

I said, anyway,

About it. 

And I remembered how

I still crave

True love.

To be in love

To feel it.

It must have been the

Most I've ever said

To you at one time. 

In return and

Out of politeness,

I asked how you were

And you replied

That you were okay

Yet unhappy.

You told me

You were unhappy with

Your life

And your grades

And your friends.

You said they 

Let you down

When you need them most.

I listened carefully and

Watched the stream

So I wouldn't have to look at you.

You said that sailing was a break

From it all.

You said being with us

The other night, however

Awkward it was,

Was a break.

The space you needed.

And in the space

Of the meadow,

We reached out.

Because suddenly we wanted to fill the space

With something as beautiful

As the sound of 

Tumbling water.

In the space of

The meadow,

Your hand found

Mine.

(found written at the back of a post card from Paris)

a/n: thank you everyone, so much, for all the support xx

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