Aaron Vialpando Poet Prose Poetry

Goodbye to the Blonde Bird

Hearken to the wind that blows across my face — a reminder of everything I once poured into you. The appreciation, the attention, the devotion I gave so freely was taken for granted. Each time we stepped away from the screen, it became a moment of reflection, a pause meant to nourish us rather than consume us. Yet the distance between us grew, not because we were apart, but because you stopped meeting me in the middle.
The attention I gave you when you needed me most was meant to be a foundation for our future, but it was quietly supplanted. I offered understanding, patience, and love. I wanted to build something lasting with you. But when fear rose in you, you overlooked me — and you did not reciprocate the affection I carried so openly.
Every dismissal, every silence, every moment you did not make time for me carved a tear from my heart. What I invested in you was more than time; it was presence, care, and the softness of a dove offered during your most fragile moments.
You once asked what would happen if you went to Texas — how we would pursue our relationship, how we would face the questions others asked about us. My answer was always the same: we would cross that bridge when we reached it, and God would guide our steps. We looked good together; even that old man said we made a cute couple. But you insisted it wasn’t official, even as you smiled — and I wondered why you denied what felt so real.
Whenever I needed you — for guidance, for conversation, for simple human understanding — you were absent, as if you had lost the strength to show up. And now, I find myself at the edge of goodbye.
I cannot keep pouring emotional investment into someone inconsistent and confusing. I have achieved what I needed to achieve, and I know you will return — but you were not there when I was building. So why would I wait for you now, when the bridge is already complete, built with someone who truly loves me?
You are amusing in your unpredictability, but I am done being undone by it.

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