Poems

I wrote myself a postcard, from the empty space beside you. A stamp from the stars, the places I want to take you. I never knew it could be this bad, wanting what I just can't have. On the cover written, "I wish I was here" in ink coloured blue. Why did this have to happen to me? There's a place right beside you where I used to be. A place right beside you where I should've been, when I pomised you a time that I would be. Sitting at a window you waited for me until trust no more when I was never seen. Love no more when I had never been, right beside you when I said I would be. I was the rain, when you were the dying tree. Now I'm here, I am late, when I should have been early. So I sent myself a postcard from the empty space beside you. The special place beside you. The special ways I cried for you. Tears of happiness, all for you. Because of you. Forever you. That is something we both knew. Now that nothing is forever more, it is my fault I feel so torn. Yet still I kneel here, in front of you, asking you to please, see me as who I was before. So you did. My tears of happiness touched the floor, at that special place, that special place where I will stay, the place that was once empty. That special place beside you. And I am here, always.