Tag: loss

Finale

“Of course, hun

Everything will be fine…”

The last lie I told her

A loyal deception

Perpetrated from a place

Of warmth and love

Affection coating its edges

Hiding what lay beneath

The promise of loss

What loss inflicted

Infliction’s relief

No more waiting

The final end

I squeezed her hand

She sighed

And relaxed

The tears slipped down

Dropping dark pools on her dress

I was alone in a stark white nothing

Smelling of antiseptic and lemon

The silence she left behind

Bigger than the room

Engulfed those seconds

The moments before I let go

Of her already cooling hand

A Culling of Pages

She looms above them

The huddled masses

A scythe of crimson blood

Poised and ready to strike

The Creator can do naught

But trust in her measured cuts

See how she leaves whole lives

Towns and people

Bathed in red

And all but forgotten

Only their Creator knows their names

But in the end

After the death

After the loss

It is made more perfect

More flowing and paced

When the editor finishes

Her culling of pages

Hypothetical

If there was a man

Hypothetically

Who was everything you ever wanted

What you alway desired

And he hypothetically lived

In a big old house

Alone and want for love

Could you see yourself loving him

Hypothetically

Only in concept

A purely thought formed man

Chiseled features

And flowing hair

The idea of perfection

Hypothetically waiting for you

In his imagined house

Dressed sharp

Just the way you like

Yes

You thought you could love him

You thought you were there

Holding him and kissing him

And living and loving

So perfectly lovely

But you awake each day

Alone

This man forgotten

For only a moment

And when you return

To this theoretical place

He feels like you were allways gone

You feel so guilty

Hypothetically

You thought you loved him

You thought it was perfect

Until the day

You found him dead

Edges fuzzy and blurry and red

Already forgetting his breath

His perfect laugh

You realized

You didn’t love this man

You only thought of him

Hypothetically

And so you went on

Your life none the worse

And from time to time

You think to yourself

The perfect man didn’t exist

Except the one

Who lived

Hypothetically

I Died

At the base of that tree

Blood pooling neath my feet

Face splattered with his life

I died

 

When I cradled his body

All shattered and torn

Barely a cohesive thing

I died

 

As I cried out to the gods

To every last one of them

And heard silence in return

I died

 

When I returned to my village

Water left behind, forgotten

Its absence, not my love’s, noticed

I died

 

As the elders counseled me

Rose’s arm upon my shoulder

“These things happen for a reason”

I died

 

As I pled for them begged

To get his body returned it to me

“No burial for water bearers”

I died

 

While I lie here in bed

Knowing tomorrow will be the same

Will continue on without his light

I die

 

As I think how every day

Every moment will be without him

His absence an indelible mark

I die

 

As I close my eyes

Tears still streaming

Impossible to halt

I die

 

I wish…

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Lucid Moment

White tile gleams

Bone sheen white

Cotton mouth rasp

Head cloudy rattle

My chair creaks softly

Slowly I ease left to right

The glass is fogged and cracked

I smell the old and dying

That soft scent of illness

Who are they?

My head lolls to the side

I see a table

Upon stand armies

One shadow

One light

Already some of those little fools

Fallen by order of those above

No other chair sits there

I am alone

What brought me here?

Where is here?

So empty are these memories

I cannot remember knowing