Stella

he entered a warm and sweaty somewhere,
pale, silent and gaunt;
you stared until the glassy blue rain within him
washed away the flowers in your eyes.

you chanted every syllable when you learnt his name
but each time, you forgot a part of your own.

he enchanted you with his rainbow voice and hurricane lungs,
he kissed you in wine-dewed roses and poisoned anise:
they said one thousand symphonies so glorious roared
but you couldn't once hear yourself say you loved him.

you built a home, mistaking your bones for iron rods and
when he fled, your legs couldn't chase after him

your heart thumped against the maddening emptiness,
you prayed he'd be with you so earnestly, you became him

do you recall?

Stella was your name | A.K.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[kingblaq]

Ok so... Damn!
this is beautiful and sad at the same time!
I feel this piece's literal and figurative meanings...

I've always respected your talent! Thanks for sharing this with the world! It's beautiful

[AK]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and for all your kind words!