Let me be the one to call you baby all the time.
I want to hold your hand in mine and kiss you under the bright night stars.
I watched meteors in your eyes the whole night through.
I wanted to stare into your abyss for eternity. It was perfection epitomized.
He speaks and it all goes pear-shaped.
I hid the tears in my eyes as you said those last words.
They came in a haze of troublesome thoughts and twisted confusion.
I had needed you more than you had me.
The sound reverberates in my head, a faulty record past its life span.
My thoughts stumble over one another as I try with great difficulty to assemble the pieces of what went wrong.
What?
When?
What does he mean? When did this happen and why hadn’t I seen it coming?
You are my life, without you I don’t exist.
You don’t mean what you’re saying. Do you need more space? I’ll give you more space.
Rushing out of my mouth, the words seem to fall lifeless at his feet. Dead butterflies on cold gravel.
I ran until I felt I would burst. From emotion or sheer exertion, I can’t tell. I was so cold, from the inside out, and felt like the only being in a universe of black water. I was alone.
That day, I grew so old I felt I would die. I grew so scared that I shivered like a child.
I cannot remember how but I arrived safely but in a haze at my front door. I found you on the porch. For a nanosecond I thought you had come to take back those poisoned words. We were still together, and would be for always. But alas, that was not the case. You had simply come to see if I had gotten home safely. You, being the calm and clear-headed one. I felt foolish in your presence, and our sudden broken bond. I felt hoodwinked and in the dark. I think I was still waiting to be woken from all of it. But no such reprieve came.
