Holding my heart

Buried under responsibility I constantly dig through tasks in order to someday get on top of things. You are a maker and I’m an analyst, but you don’t know how jealous I am of your life. If we could change rolls without effecting our lives I wouldn’t hesitate for a second to make the transition. But life rarely plays out like we hope and we submit to the paths that have been dug over years of traveling them.
I rarely take time to smell the roses while you long for escape but are afraid to journey out alone. Our paths cross for seconds as we overlap our space for fleeting moments. I am coming into opportunity signifying a positive change in my life. You feel alone longing for experiences that you never had a chance to realize. You had me and that was enough, but time and circumstances have changed our dynamic.
We speak in heated words over trivialities not worthy of our breath. We snap at each other because we miss the time we had but end up distancing ourselves in the process. I miss your laughter, you miss my presence, we long collectively for times past. I kiss you goodbye as I walk out the door and you embrace me in a moment of desperation. Words avoid the subject until your tears bring courage long enough to say, “I miss you.”
I felt your sincerity as you buried your face in my neck and my heart broke as I said it was only for a little while longer. We cast one last gaze before I turned and left.
I have always loved you unconditionally, for the hope of moments like these. I just hope you can see the intentions of my heart behind the responsibilities I have taken on for you.