Tonight, you’re mine completely

Dear Genius Mind From a Life That No Longer Lingers,

I haven’t seen you since the moon left the sky and the fireworks imploded upon themselves. When the world was a far more delirious place, but the quiet has descended since. I’ve not seen you since that time we kissed goodbye under the trees, and you left with a jerk.

Since then, it’s been a silent escapade through the avenues of my mind.

As I’ve spent this time pondering how to repay you for all the times we’d fought, or every time you didn’t answer the ringing telephone – 97, last time I tallied up – I hope you know that our reunion will be very sweet.

For me.

You don’t know that I’ve been watching. I’ve seen you at play, and how you’ve surged ahead with life with all its bright beginnings. As you’ve traversed the continents and shaken every tree you’ve stood beneath.

I’ve curved myself into the bark of trees, masked my face behind the leaves and hidden from view so well, that you’ve almost forgotten the face of my existence entirely. I’ve watched with frosty breath from the shadows, as you’ve shone that light on to unsuspecting subjects.

Do you ask their permission? Or do you just take what you want and then leave?

I’m sure it’s the latter, for that has always been your way and whimsy. You’ve consistently closed your eyes to the aftermath, hit block on the messages and pretended things don’t exist. Those things are people, they’re hearts with souls and feelings…and you gather them up like they’re Pokemon. Only, instead of bursting them into the world for battle, you let them gather dust until the day you might, perchance, feel inquisitive.

Now and then, I’m sure you take the jar that’s labelled with my name off the shelf and stare at it. Does it shine a little more brightly than the others, or am I just a label forever? I asked these questions years ago, so why do I ask them still?

I remember asking those questions in the beginning, when the airs of uncertainty littered our every interaction. Sometimes I thought you could not wait to leave – was I really that awful to be around?

But, it’s okay.

It’s really alright. For tonight, under the merry twinkle of stars, and accompanied by the cheery tune of a song that I’ve been singing in my head since the day you were born, I will…

See you.

Again.

I will usher you in, excited to glance at your face. You’ll reciprocate, with a glee that’s woven together by nostalgia and remnants of emotions I am certain you’ve never let go of.

And as I close the door behind you, coo cutely over the glimmer in your eye, I know.

Tonight, you’re mine, completely.

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