The Inner Workings Of My Heart: A Series Of Poems

The Sisters

We were there one moment

Happy and in love

And the next

We weren’t us anymore

We still talked and laughed

We still joked around

Talked about stupid things

But we weren’t us

We were still so madly in love with each other

But we weren’t us

Distance has a way of taking something so beautiful and turning it so ugly

It can take a fresh rose and wither it in front of your eyes

Uncertainty can take a sunny day and turn it into a thunderstorm

They go together like sisters

One never without the other

You try to numb yourself to it

You try to act like they aren’t really there

But at the end of the day

When you’re laying in your bed alone and he is thousands of miles away

The sisters come up and lay with you

They whisper sweet nothings into your ears

They fill you with empty promises that this will be better for the both of you

That you can both find happiness at home

And you listen to them because these sisters are so persuasive

But, the truth is

Deep down

Underneath all of the empty hopes and promises

You know that it was always supposed to be you and him

You and him against the world

You and him growing old

Sitting in rocking chairs watching your grandchildren play in your front yard

You and him

Forever and always…