Quixotic. No, really. Look it up.

not everyone has a sob story

and if they do

it’s no excuse.

so what’s my angle:

it’s as though she came to leave.

(it sounded a lot like longing.)

she

still rising

bubbling

to the surface of my dreams

leaving me  feeling

like somehow

I didn’t belong;

like somehow I’d cheated.

Future prospect

still hung in the air

but really I was just

chasing windmills.

 again.

where does the longing inside of you go

when the person you long for leaves?

I’m just a chapter in her story

and her ending’s

still unwritten.