I was certain I couldn't love anything more than I loved you---
but certainty is overrated---
even moreso than the magic you injected into my knees
and the creases underneath my eyes
and the baby fat plaguing my cheeks in adulthood
All the noises were making their way up through my insides---
and outs
reminding me of my lack of knowledge about how to break a heart
We were drops in a bucket---
part of a connect---
four
Standing in the wrong line at the entrance to Westminster Abbey---
was when this all came to light---
in blackness
This was nothing more than the tumor it had always been---
except it was---
it was my minutes---
stolen
sanctioned
suctioned---
It was only now when I didn't have the breath
or usefulness to put this into words---
that I could tell you
about my fatigue as if we were one in the same
with you up there on your catafalque
We had been eye to eye
all the way
all along---
Very Dark and very sad!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteagreed. The catafalque was the nail in the coffin, pardon my pun. But nonetheless, there were some good lines:
ReplyDeletebut certainty is overrated---
even moreso than the magic you injected into my knees
and the creases underneath my eyes
and the baby fat plaguing my cheeks in adulthood