I’m Ready

A poem about a missed opportunity

I’m ready.

I’m ready to confess to you because I’ve known you for long enough, and I’m ready to take that next step.

I’m ready to fly with you, let the sparks of our love carry us across the clouds.

I love you.

But it doesn’t matter.

You’ve already moved on, to futures that don’t involve me.

You’re happy-with someone else.

Am I sad?

No.

Disappointed?

No.

Happy?

Not quite.

I guess I’m just a little heartbroken, and I can’t do anything but smile because I don’t know how else to react.

I want both of us to be happy, but how can I be happy when my worst nightmare has unfolded in front of me?

I could never tell you now.

I’ll let it sit inside me perhaps for another day, if I ever get the chance.

I’ll be ready.