Different Paths.

He lay awake once again, as he had many nights before – thinking about h e r.

The pounding & thrashing of the rain onto the old, thin plated window pane mocking him.

He tried to imagine what his life could’ve been, if he ever actually told her that the sun shines brighter whenever she’s around & how even time unexplainably slows down.

She was everything – but she had no idea.

The air full of words left unsaid, in fear of what might’ve been. But they had chosen different paths, traveled down different roads.

3:45a.m. – she wakes up again, hopelessly searching the mirror for answers to questions she’d never had the courage to ask.

Rain crashing against the hollow house laughing in her face.

She thought of him as lightning flooded the room with memories as she stared at the reflection before her.

She thought of how he desperately hung on her every word, no matter how trivial. How his smile always had a way of reassuring her it would all be okay & how he hadn’t the slightest idea.

The air full of words left unsaid, in fear of what might’ve been.  But they had chosen different paths, traveled down different roads.

© Gina Jenkins

 

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