Stubbornly Divided

11/7/14

I was careful not to make too many promises,

because their weight is a great responsibility and my word is something I value.

But I did promise to love you and I can promise you this:

I can promise you that you’ll never receive a love as strong of love as the love you felt from me.

You’ll never be kissed as tenderly.

No fingers will braise your honey brown skin perpetually in awe and praise.

In the moonlight you won’t catch a glimpse of glimmering eyes

taking in every piece of you as you slip out of sleep only briefly before being cradled back to peace with

little soft lips on your forehead and cheeks; my pale skin blanketing the cold blue air from chilling you.

Continuously finger combing your long black hair to curve around the back of your ear so I can hum to you while you snuggle up to my chest and intertwine your legs with mine.

My love for you is unconditional. 

My love for you is irreplaceable.

My love for you in inexplicable

because it is unique to only you.

When the morning sun breeches your eyelids you won’t awake to 'Eskimo kisses' and the biggest smile

you’ll ever see.

You won’t wake up to a tiny body wrapped around you, but now you’ll be free.

The sun will shine differently and on night walks you’ll look up at the moon alone and wonder what kind

of cheese it’s made out of.

You’ll smile briefly to yourself because you’ll be reminded of me

and that question that had put me to tears

But your smile will lower quickly and the warm memory will tiptoe off silently

Maybe you’ll even feel empty

But rest assured you’ll remember me saying that no one could love you more than me, because it’s

simply impossible to exceed that love.

You’ll try to forget that I've always proven to be right.

You’ll roll your eyes at how obnoxious it is that I always was…

but then you’ll find that it’s those little quarks which had once driven you crazy

that you now miss most about me.

I’m still sharing that moon.

There’s a little extra bitter-sweet nostalgia in the heart at the times we’re compelled to look,

the moon’s way of pulling us back together if even for a distant moment

and reminding us that we’ve loved each other longer than our memory allows.

Reminding us that chance and circumstance are just as conflicted as we are.

Though, the only certainty I have remains,

a promise that I say unrestrained:

No love could rain down with stronger intensity

and no lovers can quarrel as passionately

and wreck and rip through the world out of anger that we can’t get along,

that our stubbornness, damage, and flaws are too powerful

which is why out of the greatest storms in magnitude

not one is named after you and me.

That happens to be our most painful analogy.

There is no longer “we”

which brings me sadness to know that no one could love you more