I often roll over to check if it still smells of you.

I don’t want to iron out the creases,

I believe your warmth stays there hidden.

I want to hold on to your essence in the pillow,

It comforts my tears at night.

I want to hold the blankets close to my heart,

It hugs me telling you are near.

I want to hold on to your pearl white shirt,

The lipstick stains remind me of your embrace.

I don’t want to let go of our pics together

They are my memories to keep, to revisit when you are not around…

I know you are not mine to be,

You are a fairy tale that will end when the book closes.

I know you will not stay forever more,

You are the cloud that floats away with the breeze.

I know someday I will have enough memories to hold on too.

I know someday you will remind me a few.

I know the mistake though not uttered will stay forever…

I know I can’t reverse nor wait for them to fade away.

Yet I want to keep your side of the bed empty

Someday you may return to hold me again

The wait is long … it will always be that way

You aren’t mine to be … the most loved fairy tale…