White satin ribbons.

And all of those

pretty stolen moments

and tender exchanges

will be what remains....

They will be forever

etched in my memory

and safely tucked away

in the depths

of my sorrowful reality,

a silent scar of

an unrequited love.

I should leave them be now

and not taint them

with crippling longing

and naïve hope.

I should wrap them up gently,

with pretty white satin ribbons

and leave them in a place

inside of my heart

so deep and so dark,

that I will not be

able to find them again.

And maybe one day

if I’m whole again,

when I miss my light (you),

I will find the strength

to visit them again.

~ Love.