A good idea

This all seemed like a good idea
Until it wasn’t
and I stood alone on the front stoop
waiting for a day that probably wouldn’t come.
We said things we didn’t mean
and others we definitely meant
and yet
still too late
to make a difference.

I needed you to sit here
next to me
in a comfortable silence
but it never happened.
We filled the air
with the creaking on our minds
and for a minute
my heart lifted out of my stomach
and I forgot the pains
of an impossible attachment.

When you left
the loneliness
curled up and multiplied in my chest again.

There’s nothing to be done.

It seemed like such a good idea.