As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

To The Person Who Wills To Listen

Dear,
The person who wills themself to listen,

I apologize, for this is my fault this time. This is all my fault, and all I am left to say is sorry. I never meant to force you to leave, I never meant to make you run away.

I remember that day. Oh! That beautiful, fateful day! I remember the sun shining so brightly down on us, down on your gorgeous, hazel irises. I remember the smell of dirt, for there was some kind of construction going on down the road. You didn't like the smell, but it reminded me of life.

And then the night came around, and you were gone. You were gone! You were just there! I was driving you home from such a fateful day! You. Were. Gone.
But how? It made no sense. I remember watching you walk out of that car, smiling at me with those teeth as white as pearls, and walking to your doorstep, glancing my way once more before disappearing behind your wooden door.

But now, I see you again. I see you, but you're looking down on me.
Down.
Down.
Low.

I see you're crying, but why? Aren't you happy to see me again??
Am I not good enough for you?
Are you leaving because you look down upon me?
Just tell me!
I will fix it!
I will fix everything for you!
Because I love you!
Dearly!
With all of my aching heart.

. . .

You are not crying because it is you that is gone. You are crying because of how low I am to the center of the earth.

I indeed, in fact, watched you smile at me–God! Your unforgettable smile! I indeed, in fact, watch you walk to your doorstep. And I indeed, in fact, watched you glance back at me before disappearing into your domain.

But alas, here I am. You looking down upon me. Crying, holding a rose. I've never been given a rose before, how does it smell? Sweet? Like a rose? But what does a rose smell like? Why am I not allowed to know? I want to know! I want to know!

But I cannot.
For you, are alive.
And I, am not.

Sincerely,
Beloved sister,
Daughter,
And friend to all.