You say “I love you,” a recipe of letters
that could stir up a magical moment,
but they’re only empty air bubbles,
meaning nothing without the alliance of
actions and yours are lacking. My heart
will bend, but it won’t break. I’ll always
remember those sweet moments of tender
kisses and hand holding, unforgettable
nights and mornings of loving each other,
but the fun has vanished like water droplets
on a summer-kissed sidewalk. I’ll be fine in my
own company, yet, if by chance somewhere
beyond this storm, another love finds his way
into my arms, they’ll be open to letting his
charms lead me home. You had your ending;
now I embrace my beginning. Who can say when,
but I’d be willing to fall in love all over again.

Lauren Scott © 2014