Elegy for What Was

The Glass Waltz

glass danced around the floor,
a deranged waltz of shattered memories.
this house is haunted and i dance with his ghost.
all the while his heart is still beating, but it beats to the rhythm of a fading symphony.

the notes were cold and discordant.
we began to twirl around pieces of who we once were.
our silhouettes reflecting in the shards,
our shadows intertwined in a poisonous intimacy.

the familiar smell of whiskey filled the room once flooded with memories.
it burned our throats and souls like liquid fire.
a fire that ravished everything leaving only ashes. and a haze that clung to the air like unspoken words.

i reach for him through the fog, yet his grasp never meets mine.
i feel him slipping away, the feeling of hope shattered by a cold hand.

the marks on the walls told a story— one of what was once harmonious laughter, and now incredible anguish; an unconditional love, a toxic bond.

i watch him dance into the dark. a mirage of the boy i once knew. he moves erratically, fading with each turn. he begins to grow dark like a star in the night sky. he was bright and beautiful and far from from my reach.

with each step he takes,
his light begins to dim, darker and darker.
betrayed by the bottle, swallowed by despair.
every sip clouding our hopes and dreams.

i begin to fade with him, my lover, my best friend. i poison myself to quiet the echoes of what was. i poison myself to absorb his sorrow, our sorrow. romeo and juliet. bonnie and clyde.

we begin to fade together, our souls entwining in one final dance. the music begins to slow as we dissolve in the dark.

the glass continues to dance, what was left of our light bouncing from the reflection. forever embracing in a haunting serenade of what we once were or what could have been. two ghosts with a heartbeat.

"i love you, i'm sorry"