She will engrave her name into the rocks that surround the river so that even if her heart lies in pieces at the bottom of the ocean, at least he will still see her standing solitary with the flowing water. She knows that in his mind, she is nothing more than a passing blur of a tree. She is not his inspiration, nor his reason for living. She is not beautiful to him. She is ordinary. She is just another sight in this life he was given, and the only moment he will ever pay attention to her is when he is forced to look around for something natural in a world filled to the brim with debris. Oh, how she wishes she could be his! Her tattered heart still manages to speak his name, and when his breath travels in the wind it takes the song of her heart with it so that the trees may rustle their leaves in sympathy for her pain. She has spent so long by the river that her feet have become ensnared by the roots, and the leaves have tangled in her hair and planted the seeds of life within her eyes. The branches have intertwined around her arms and pulled her back so that she may gain light from being in the shadows. Her tilted head constantly awaits the sun and the moon, so
that she will always remember their love story, and hopes that her love for him will be enough so that one day, even when the sun is at its brightest, and the water is at its calmest, he will still choose to glance over and find her. She knows she wishes for an impossibility and yet she rallies against the fates that have spoken. Her heart cannot be contained by the destiny laid out for her. It strives to be heard, to be noticed.
She has stood here for so long now, that time has become nothing more than a word. The sun and the moon have both become her friends, and when they tell her the story of their love through the fiery reds and velvety blue darkness, she always listens and holds her head up high because even though years have passed, she will never forget him. And she hopes that even though years have passed, he’s just waiting on the other side. She hopes that even though
years have passed,
when the stars twinkle from above, it’s his way of saying he’s sorry he couldn’t love her while he was there. He’s sorry he couldn’t love her because the heart that was given to him was caged by bones and skin and it was not enough to hold the longing he had for her and so he chose to lock it away when he was young so he would never feel any of that desperate love. He denied the world the love story because the thought of what her love might to do to him was terrifying. But now, now when he was no longer caged by skin, when he was no longer limited by his human mind did he realize that his love had the power to outdo the sun and the moon. But he was too late.
So when he twinkles from above, and her leaves rustle from below, they are two lovers separated forever. One apart of the sky, the other grounded forever in the dirt of the Earth. And every night, he will plead with the moon to be sent down again so that she may know how wrong he was. And every day, she will open the song of her heart in hopes that maybe this time, he will listen. She will never know that all this time, he was doing nothing more than listening to the sweet melody of her love for him.
She engraved her name into the rocks that surround the river in hopes that even though her heart lies in pieces at the bottom of the ocean, at least he will still see her standing solitary with the flowing water. He gazes down at her every night, with his greatest regret being that she would never know how much he loved her. Separated forever, they sing the broken song of love, and hope that when next time comes around, they will know better.