Every lonely chord that I play in the dark of my room is a love song for your heart. Silent. Loud. The In-between. Every beating of my sore heart is the rhythm of your lovely steps. I know I should have made this a poem (believe me I do). But my words are far too conversational for me to arrange them into verses and stanzas (believe me I tried).
And I am not much of a poet, all I do is find new sequences for the lines of the great bards. And what do I do with those words? I post it on Facebook.
Neither am I much of a lover, all I can hope to do is repeat the mistakes of every ex that you have ever had. I can’t sweep you off your feet; I may never ever tell you the words that will blow your mind. But trust me, those words are forever etched in the sculpture of my mind, waiting for the burst of release.
But they never leave my head. The sad thing is that they find their graves on the back of my throat.
I hope the ghosts speak to your ears.
Thinking out loud.
Last night, I saw you – cascading through the street lights, like an ethereal sprite, out shining the lamps with the brightness of your halo – but you didn’t see me. So I watched from a safe distance as you passed, because I didn’t want to be blinded by your light. My friends always warned me that love was blind.
I know I barely cross your mind, if I do at all, but I want you to know that you are ever forever on mine. It makes me want to lose all sense and jump into you. Lose myself in your essence.
How sad. I don’t even know how to speak these words to you, your presence overwhelms me, and my lips never seem to form the love ballads that I sing for you in the darkness of my room.
These words are for you. You don’t even know it, but they are, all for you. Every single sentence; noun, pronoun, verb, adjective, adverb, preposition and conjunction. Every heart-breaking line. All for you.
But I may never say them to you. So what do I do? The only thing I can do. The only thing I have ever done.
I post it on Facebook.
I post my heart on Facebook. #MyImaginaryGirlfriend. #RichardHenrywrites.