Him: An Excerpt from Lielah: Book 2

Him.

Contrary to popular belief

I worry about running into him on the street.

I think about it when I wake up

how bitter-sweet it would be to see his face

And hers next to it.

I imagine him in my bed

As he once was once upon a time,

Allowing us to revisit old nights and unfinished battles.

I worry about running into him on the street;

And finding he has forgotten me and passes me by like a stranger.

Not acknowledging my lips and how strange they are without his.

Or finding he remembers me more than his own middle name,

And speaks it with longing and poison too.

Then finding him with me when he is still with her,

Repeating old mistakes in new places.

I worry about running into him on the street;

And finding that I am in love with him,

Desperately,  Irrevocably,

And far too much.

l/r