Dear Charlie Brown
It was the best of times. A weekend that was perfect in it’s veil of pretence. To say goodbye ripped me apart, but I stayed whole, in my naivete believing that you’re on a great adventure and you’ll come home with stories to entertain me while I hold you tight.
You left me a shirt. I put it on my pillow so that for that split moment before I slept and before I awoke, you were there.
You left and flew away and I said goodbye, thinking that in time we would say hello.
I didn’t know you had already decided to let me go.
I didn’t know that it wasn’t real. I tried not to believe when you didn’t answer my love message, the second time I knew, but pretended not to. The third time I knew.
It is over.
I miss you and the part of me you took with you.
But I won’t cry because I should’ve known.
I wont cry because you only love me when you need me.
I wont cry because I cant feel anything.