There are some people who come into your life, and your heart, with little intention of staying.
Yet somehow, people like me don’t know when to let go.
I had forgotten.
Maybe not completely,
but I had traveled far enough down forgetting lane to know it wasn’t easy,
but it was a road I could navigate
if I had to.
Then there you were.
You jumped out from behind a curve
when I was least expecting it.
You said you felt it was time
to come out of hiding —
you didn’t like running from me anyways.
You said you missed me and you were sorry.
just an honest apology,
and I could see the remorse behind those blue eyes
that make my heart melt and my knees weak
everytime I see them.
Oh how easily you can suck me right in
and put me under your spell.
Then there we were
sitting in your car laughing and holding hands.
You wouldn’t let go
even when you struggled to shift gears.
You held me tightly,
the smile I love never fading from your face.
We bonded over the smallest things —
a love of road trips with the windows down and the music turned up,
mountain time and our matching cameras.
I fell into your bed,
plush with pillows,
as if I’d been there a thousand times before.
You laid there with me
nestling your head between my shoulder and my neck,
arms draped over me as if we were always meant to be there.
I traced the outline of the tattoo over your heart
wondering if you knew I never wanted to hurt you,
only be there for you.
But the walls you built to guard it
are damn near indestructible
and I’ve been chiseling away at them for so long.
Everytime I get close,
you shut me out again,
building them higher and higher.
We are miles and miles apart now,
I the one who ran away this time,
but forgetting lane has gotten tougher to navigate,
and I can’t shake the way I feel about you.