The fragileA Poem by outlandishA needless but needed endingCoal ashen clouds dance pirouettes across the expanse and cold sunlight dashes between the pauses. Leaves tumble in swirls of amber, corral and gold, living their final dance before they lay at rest to ground and rustle like a myriad of flamenco dancers, as they twirl to the rhythm of the breezes. It’s cold winter time and nature has had its fill of growth all things frozen along with care. Rivulets of water slide down the panes of glass each one with a chosen course; they merge, divide, reflect and settle in puddles then tumble out of sight just like life itself. I see you leaving in a mist of tears, of broken promises and callous moments and at that very time I am human, both smiling at the shallowness of the victory and mournful at the loss, no words can suffice. Red lights trailed off up the deluged road, over the rise and vanished in an afterglow that reminds me of your anger, it burnt white hot at my insincerity as it was reaching for the door, hoping for just one genuine moment to rekindle suddenly lost, lived and irreplaceable years. The time for apologies was long gone maybe there was never a moment, we resolved to end this way. I hang in stasis and watch the waters break in waves on the road you left by waves collide into pebbles in growing darkness. There was no real parting I am in shock and smile at the mean viscosity of pain, non moving silence, staring at the leaves as they spiral while watching their final dance under a darkening sky. There was no time to reflect or react so I turned towards the door, shivering from my petty punishment of standing in frozen rain, a penance without meaning an obligatory suffering to seal the end of goodbye. I remember the smell of you on the pillows and in the air, scented sweet not fading it permeates my being. There is no room for regrets foolishness is its own reward and it takes wisdom to recognize the foolishness but more wisdom to avoid that trap. There was more to give that never was and too much given that shouldn’t have been. There was more to take that was ignored and more was taken than meant. It was fragile verged until it was broken. © 2014 outlandishAuthor's Note
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