whole, unfrayed

an unconventional view of a lost love

you called it off

and soon after, your eyes like cornflowers began to fade in the back of my mind

and i expected it to tear me apart

i expected the strings of my soul to thin and split and snap

but they stayed intact, perfectly lacing me together

shiny

and without a fray

and i expected a world of heartbreak

and to feel the broken way i’ve heard you’re supposed to feel

but i did not. i did not.

every bone in my body was unbruised, unbroken

and i was whole

always and completely whole

in some ways i wanted to feel that

i wanted to say it felt like a hurt i’d never experienced

like a tornado, hurdling and destroying anything (me) in its path

but it felt like a scraped knee:

it stung for a bit but it was nothing a little neosporin can’t fix

and you’re gone.

like a wave crashed on the shore, i can see your outline but it’s beginning to fade

and i only remember the color of your eyes because i remember they look like cornflowers

and soon i will forget your wheezing laugh

and soon i will forget your untamable hair

and soon i will forget the corny jokes you’d tell

and, in time, i will forget you

but all that will be left is me

for every month you have a new layer of skin

by your birthday, i’ll be a me you never touched

and as much as i want to say you broke me because i want the last three months to be significant

you did not

for now i am a version of me that you’ve touched

but soon i will not be

and the only common factor is that i will be.

and so will you

two whole people

sewed together with shiny, unfrayed string.

Author's Note

i really hope you like it! this i my first poem publishing!

Reviews

[lov]

wow this really touched me, thank you for your beautiful words

[kentuck14]

D.
I must say, you are a compelling writer! This is a refreshing poem because it can speak of a lost lost love without the angst that most feel should be the accompaniment to the lyrics! It gives a strong speaker who understands more about life and value more than many do in our "Oh woe is me" world. Congratulations.
Tom

[mattavelli]

Beautiful poem! Your story flows smoothly, with crystal clear thoughts and emotions.