“We all want things we cannot have.”

This thought replays over and over in my mind as I rock back and forth on the swings. It was getting late and dark, and the street light illuminated the paths which we did not take.

The dying days of summer; its final inhale and exhale lulled us into a false sense of calm. I remembered how badly I wanted you to hold me and tell me that everything was alright.

But you had skated away and off into the darkness into a town which you did not know, into a land of empty beer bottles littering the streets and trees that stretched for miles.

And I had walked away in the other direction, consoling a broken heart in the middle of the empty street. Yellow lines and asphalt in my shoes.

It is here, in this very moment, that the potential for love kills me. The train roars on its way in the background and I can’t help but wonder if you hear it too, from wherever you are now.

Once you make up your mind, I’ll be sitting here in my sunflower sundress, waiting for your love.