From the first labored breath, our days are numbered;
from the first hints of speech, our words are squandered.
I should’ve known the very instant your practiced, easy smile nailed
my heart that we- rather, I- was doomed; that misery was our fate before we
uttered ‘hello’. Still, nothing could have stopped me from desiring your embrace,
or the thrill of your sweet lips searching mine, or the shivers from your hands trailing my
skin; unblemished, uncharted territory. I should have heeded the warnings of my crumbling
defenses. Foolish, to think I could absorb unbridled passion and keep some semblance of myself.
Silly, to think you wouldn’t yearn for another after I succumbed wholly to you (what’s the sport
in that, I suppose.) Naïve to believe the cruel myth of ‘happily ever after’ or the deception of
forever. Ha! The chink in my youthful armor destined to be a constant reminder of how
I should have paid attention to the tale of the moth devoured by the flame,
instead of thinking it would never happen to me. It can. And it did.
I got the first inkling of forever when I acknowledged, we
gave it everything we had, but it wasn’t enough.
A new dawn, a new day,
a new life, is what I need.
They say one ending is the opportunity for a new
beginning. “They” apparently never loved (and lost) you.
Last night, I dreamt of butterflies and peace. Then, this morning, I
knew what I had to do next. No way could I move on carrying the burden of
you. The sun had risen, keeping watch as I buried my figurative and literal skeletons.
The rays thawed frigid topsoil as I burrowed deep, preparing for a long-awaited ‘goodbye.’
You let me go long before I could bring my heart to do the same. How liberating to grasp the
freedom I’d lacked for some time. You’d know how that feels, wouldn’t you dear? The waiting.
So heavy was the affliction of love decomposed. Satisfaction fluttered in my soul with each
toss of earth. I delighted in the paradox of the emancipation by six feet under, give or
take (pre-dawn soil was difficult to penetrate, I found) but oh! The triumph when
your abnormally long toes were covered. I was exhilarated by the scent of
pine; the crunch of brittle needles as I walked away… one last time.
With your last labored breath, my days were numbered;
with your last words, my love for you was squandered.
This is my response to the Speakeasy weekly writing prompt, which is to write a piece in 750 words or less (I’m at 421) and (1) use the sentence “We gave it everything we had, but it wasn’t enough.” anywhere in the piece, AND (2) make some sort of reference to the media prompt, which is he song Feeling Good, performed by Muse.
This poem is supposed to be in the shape of an hourglass, but I’m not sure if it will come out right when I post it. (Sometimes they do, sometimes not.) I probably don’t have to clarify this, but it is fiction. Although I have lost loves, I have never, ever literally buried any of them (or murdered them, in case you were wondering) 😛
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