I’m sitting here, the bench in the park by that one special tree. My gaze shifts, long eyelashes blinking back tears, to the bleak city sky, sparse, once leafy, branches at the edges of my sight. I thought there was something there from that smile across the room, the way you said my name, how you seemed to always want to be with me. I wish I could feel your arms around me instead of my own. listen to your constant heartbeat instead of mine, stuttering, skipping, peer into your soul through your deep eyes, instead of reflecting upon my soul through my drooping ones. Once again, I must move on, push past stereotypes, find myself, my footing, once more. You pulled the rug out from beneath my feet, and instead of falling into your arms, I fell flat on my face. I’ll pick myself up, find new meaning, and not rely on fate anymore, for once more I have over-analyzed, over-estimated, the possibility, the power of love.