Tonight, the Saddest Lines

Tonight, I can write the saddest lines. I could say, for example, that the night is full of stars, and the distant blue stars are shivering. The night wind swirls through the sky, and it sings. Tonight, I can write the saddest lines: I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her close, kissing her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could anyone not love her still, quiet eyes?

Tonight, I can write the saddest lines just thinking that she’s no longer mine, feeling the loss of her. The vast night seems even larger without her presence, and each line I write falls heavy on my soul. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her? The night is full of stars, but she’s not here with me. From far away, a song reaches my ears, but my heart feels empty without her. My eyes search the night, trying to find her, but she’s not there.

It’s the same night, the same whitening trees, but we are no longer the same. I don’t love her anymore that much is true but oh, how I once loved her. My voice tries to catch the wind, to reach her somehow, but she’s already with someone else, as she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes—I don’t love her anymore, at least I think so, but maybe I still do.

Love is so brief, but forgetting takes so long. Through nights like this, I held her in my arms. My soul still aches, unsatisfied by the loss. Even if this is the last pain she causes me, and these are the last lines I write for her, it doesn’t make the heartache any less real.