Halcyon

We Were Something

We are something, don't you think so? 
   Was all that you ever said—so—before
            Your hands went cold,
                  When I divulged my diamond doubts.


Your hands slipped from mine 
      as I whispered of midnight misgivings,
               of bright champagne blues.
                     but, I promised, we could try to make it work.

 Your hands leaned away
     When I said our tide
           was racing faster than the wind,
                  Brighter than a dripping candle.

I was luckless enough to afford the luxury of loss,
     or so they said, when I spoke of our candlelit catastrophe.
          "How could you not see it?" they taunted.
                 "You're blind—a first-class heartache." they whispered.

But didn't I see it? 
    The crystal c r a c k s, the rose-gold regrets,
            the silk-lined sorrow, the gilded grief of guilt—
                       Do you really think I never saw it coming?