We talked more here
than at home.
It was the only place
I could look at you
and love you timelessly.
The silence,
was comfortable too.
No longer punctuated
with betrayal
and bickering about anything,
from the biscuit tin
to communism.
I guess
it’s all worthless now.
It won’t lessen
the distance
or depression.
I guess
I was naïve
to believe I could
come here to forget you.
Instead, I have brought
every part of you;
your eyes
and their cornflower sadness,
your crooked smile.
I sigh,
an exhale
breathing a bumblebee
into blue sky.
No one ever warns you
breaking another’s heart,
tears yours asunder too.
I’ve felt ashamed
of this pain
because it was I
who left you,
and I’ve been losing
who I was with you
and calling it
by every other name
except ‘healing’
from the wounds
of my own making.
I wish,
on a dandelion fairy,
this will all be over soon.
I scatter every memory
like ash
to float with the algae
on the river behind me.
And to a field
of strangers and quiet,
shattered pieces
and eternal sunshine
I say thank you.
Thank you,
for knowing me
and loving me,
for losing me
and forgetting me.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
This was incredibly real and poignant and I loved it.
“Thank you,
for knowing me
and loving me,
for losing me
and forgetting me.”
Beautiful truth, Kristiana. ❤
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