The Duke of Burgundy and the clicking of your heels…

 Why do I still read your horoscope. I wish I called you on your birthday every year. I think it’s been 3years now. I miss your voice, your smile our adventures and the dreams we were building. I hate how we ended. I  loved you and still do. 

This loss. Regardless of its impact and unhealthiness was still everything I wanted. You.. us… I thought we could get there together. 

It hurts. I still can’t touch the ground when I think of you and I still crumble that we couldn’t get there. 

There wasn’t a better Virgo. I adored you and faced everything for you. 

I can’t believe we couldn’t get there together. 

The butterflies surround…as does the clicking of your heels.