Smoke Signals

Moons ago I said I'd send you my love through smoke signals on your day, but I'm no good at making fire out of nothing, so this is as close as it's gonna get at communicating without physically exchanging words.

The gift you bought me for our first anniversary sang its final song last Monday. I was lucky to have it replaced by someone I close hold to my heart, but not inscribed with "Annah's Magic Jukebox" in the back per my request. It's blank, in fact, just like the space where love is meant to be in my life but I hold no interest for. Some have a hard time coming to terms with it, but being alone has proved to be exactly what I needed.

I'm smoke signaling happiness your way today. And love. And all the things I so wanted to give you but destiny denied us. Everything I wanted to say but didn't have a chance.

Your footprints in my life are indelible. Our circumstances may be different than most, but I hear nothing is really that rare when it comes to unfulfilled love.

Different jukebox, Vin. Same songs...

Some belong to you, and that's the one thing no one can take from us today.

Nor ever.

I hope some days you sing them too.