Without You Again

I found you.
I finally found you over after all these years of waiting,
The one I've been praying about and hoping for.
We were indestructible in a way that defies even the closest couple.
From the descrete smirk to the familiar glare given across the quiet room with a thousand words stretched between the silence.
It was times like these that I loved the most.
We baffled chemists with what we had together.
I was so proud.
I walked tall into a room with you on my arm yet you had such prose, such gumption.
A very classy, elegant, Audrey Hepburn way about you.

And now you're gone again.
Like a very brief and very lovely visit from an old friend,
I guess all things have an ending.
Although graceful, an ending that leaves a void that you could throw an echo deep throughout like an empty holler.
I know why we can't be together, but it doesn't make it any less painful.
If only I could reverse the hands on my brass stopwatch to that warm summer night where we spent our first date.
But nonetheless I don't have you any more.
I am again without you.
I don't walk tall and proud into rooms anymore.
I have to reassure myself every morning that there was no way to work it out.

Now I can honestly say that I want you to find someone new and to be completely and undeniably content and full of hope with the lucky guy that gets to wrap you up in his arms. Find a true gentleman that can love you more than I could.