Here are the days, spread out in front of you like a deck of cards. Do you want to see a magic trick? Pick a day, any day, and I’ll tell you if you’ve met me yet.
Queen of Hearts. It is a Thursday and you love me already. It is a Thursday and I love you back. I fall flat into a puddle when I turn the corner and see you, and we spend the next four hours in the rain. If I keep going, the days will get shorter and the sun coming up will be the rise and fall of my chest while I sleep.
King of Diamonds. I do. I show the ring to everyone we’ve ever met and I dance with all of my ghosts before telling them that I am leaving for good. You still love me the way you did when I was a stranger, and I can’t decide if that is a good thing. Pick another card.
Four of Clovers. It is a Monday and our car breaks down, so we pass the time in the back seat, whispering stardust into each other’s skin. I would unfold galaxies to have this day back. We forget to call AAA and fall asleep with our bare skin sticking to the leather seats. I love you more than I promised.
Ace of Spades. It is winter. We bury ourselves under the soil and sleep until our skin feels warm again. You wake up and don’t love me the same way. I kiss you and the leaves don’t grow back. Winter continues for 6 weeks while we try to find old love notes pressed under our eyelids and fingernails. All I find is HOME scribbled in lipstick in the hollow of your collarbone.
You have been the love of my life. It is okay that you left, even though you took a few of my things with you. You don’t want to pick another card. You’re crying. I tell you that this doesn’t change anything, that everything is beautiful even while it is ending.
You say you don’t believe in magic anymore.
Come closer. I want to see the way you doubt.