Little Bill

Sometimes, with all your bouncing around, making friends, building your army, I wonder if you feel the loss that I feel. They all love you, and well they should. You’re worth loving. That was the first thing I noticed about you.

Everyone around me can see something’s missing. I told my best friend about my weight loss and asked him if I look any different. "You look sad." he replied.

They all try to drag me out of the house, out of bed to get my mind off of you, off of what’s happened. Part of me wants to go, to release you. Part of me thinks it would betray the gravity with which i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

And here is the deepest secret nobody knows: I’m not ready. I’m not ready for this to end. You stole me, and made your dreams mine own. I was sold, through and through. But they would all frown at me, and tell me I’m being stupid. They don’t know the you that I know.

It was short. It was very brief. It was intense. But it was true. It was honest. It was real. And for that short time, you were my companion, even a million miles away. I slept to you, I awoke to you. You slept to me, you awoke to me.

And now I wonder if you feel the loss I feel. Because I’d go through hell and back to have it all again. I just don’t know if you would.

Assignment: don’t hold back. We belong to each other. Be the ocean. I will be the moon.