The light hit your hair today
like a thousand fireflies breaking free
From their silken cocoons
Like honeydew in the fallen sun
Like the eclipsed silhouette of the moon.
Why do I know that?
You laughed today.
Like lamps being lit in the ink-strewn street
Like the ringing of chapel bells on Christmas eve
It's ripples cascaded over my being
Till I couldn't help but take notice.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Am I forever indebted to you now
Paying taxes in secrets and jealousy?
Am I sentenced to faint reminders
And church bells for eternity?
But what crime have I committed?
What trickery have I employed?
My only fault was never quite
Letting myself be yours.
Why must I be imprisoned
In a cage fashioned from the scraps
Of what we once had together
If I can't have it back?
Fate commands me to miss you
Destiny dictates that I must.
Yet the only emotion I feel
Is the injustice rankling within
The gates of reminiscence.
All I feel is
Bone-crushing
indifference.
Is this how all love stories end?
In mind-numbing
Nerve-chilling
Heart-wrenching
Apathy.
YOU ARE READING
Seraphim
PoetryA story written in verse, or simply the disjointed parts of one. It's up to you to decide.
