You spoke of sunlight last night
I could only watch; only listen
Your movements were grand, you moved
with grace and you spoke with an
excitement I haven't seen since
"ever after",
the promise we made
Do you remember it?
Now we're just two crumpled papers,
the words don't mean anything
to any of us anymore
You asked me, "what's the point of picking up the pieces?"
and I told you that you could fix something that
was once broken and you stared
at the wall for what seemed like hours but really was
just minutes and then looked at me with
tight lips and said,
"what if I don't want to anymore?"
You don't have to,
if you don't want to
It could be nice to be fixed, but I understand
I had a nice ever after, even if it didn't last ever after
YOU ARE READING
eyes closed, i'm awake
Poetrywith a taste of dreaming, a touch of sleep, eyes closed, i'm awake