Thursday, March 8, 2012

Median

The moment between safe and sadness
happened when I said,
“I wish we weren’t here.”
Tension had been building
to a point where all I wanted 
was to get back to
our place of normalcy,
but a decision needed to be declared.
Distant days had passed since
the discussion of our future,
a future Hope had cast her hand in.
Our commitment encompassed
the core of my heart;
And how could the heart be wrong?
So I waited, waited for you
in that crowded softly-lit space
to quiet your thoughts and share
with me your mind.
But you,
you knew all along the path you must take.
You kept your truth hidden, preserved the
decision deep within to ferment 
like fateful fruit.
As your personal pungent wine poured from
your lips, you knew it would cause
my mind to pucker, and your definitive answer
caused Hope within my chest
to fall from her home  
D
O
W
N
to the wood-tiled floor
in one solid second.
And that moment between safe and sadness,
where my whispered words
finally found your ears,
was when we both knew 
there would be no more
me&you. 

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