Where Poems Come to Die

part I

this is in six parts, three in one perspective and three in another. they will be labelled by their part number, but have no title. i haven't yet decided whether or not to post the last three parts, we'll see how it goes. next parts coming soon! 

***** 

She was epic and ephemeral
So short lived but god, absolutely unforgettable.
Her voice, deep and slightly bumpy and yet hypnotic all the same
It could put you to sleep and snap you awake,
She could demand attention without so much as a whisper,
And yet she would reject it all without a second thought
She wanted nothing of this life
She smelled of beauty and comfort,
Of the earth after the summer rain
Petrichor and perfection,
Though she was neither one.
She'd touch a single ivory key,
And I'd feel the hammers tapping my heart
Thump
Thump
Thump
I'd be completely infatuated
In a state of limerence like never before
And yet I never knew it then
I never understood how much I'd miss it.
Her voice, melodious but far from smooth,
Soft.
I never even thought of how much I'd miss her warmth, that never stemmed from her but engulfed me all the same,
Never considered how much I'd miss her in those moments late at night,
When I'd steal moments of her sleep to ask her to ease me into mine
When the aura of her would cross oceans and telecommunication lines to wrap me up,
Lay me down,
I never though about missing her,
I never thought I would.
But now she's gone,
Down a rabbit hole that never ends,
Tucked away in a box under my bed,
with all the other memories that I wish I could forget,
And yet no matter how much of her I erase,
no matter how many times I tell myself to forget,
I can't.
She's everything.
Even now, when she's practically nothing to the rest of the world,
She's still everything to me.
She wasn't a memory.
She was thousands of epiphanies,
Again and again,
Every day a new earth shattering revelation.
You'd think you know her,
But you never really do.
But I guess it's too late now.
It doesn't really matter anyways.
She was just a girl.