Because she said no, I find myself adrift. I am wanderer in a strange land where all life’s vivid colors have turned to shades of grey.
I still hold all of those dreams in my memory, my castles in the air, forever lost. They linger, mirage-like just beyond my window.
But I lie in the cool dark, her words a burning tattoo on my heart. “We cannot be. We are too different. I am promised to another.”
She swept away in a whisper of jasmine and bergamot, and I cursed the hatred that fractures acceptance.
“We are too different.”
And yet we are not. Does she lie on her bed and think of me? In the deepest night does she call out my name?
When morning comes, I’ll move on once again, but tonight I’ll dream. I’ll hold her in my arms again and pray to never wake.