Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Sometimes it Fades Away...

I think most of us, at one time or another, have felt this way. It is a unique kind of pain...excruciating in its bitter sweetness.


I held the string of your colored balloon,
So you could dance with someone else
She was a willow tree with flowered hair,
Soft leaves falling gently at her feet
I was shrubbery, lingering in the shadows
Keeping watch over your colored balloon

I held the weight of your bundle of roses
So you could write the perfect verse of love
You asked me for words to paint her eyes, the waltz of her step
I placed in my palm what I had to give, hoping you didn’t see
Dirt rimmed nails and fingerprints stained with blood
Protectively wrapped around your bundle of roses

I held your hand and collected your broken tears
So you could wonder where it all went wrong
She spoke and you spoke, bitter lightning in a field
Angry footsteps led you away, tearing open your sky
Through my shattered breath I sang to you of what once was
Love that still could be, my heart drowning in your broken tears

I held my breath, my hand on my throat, on that final day
So you could walk down the aisle, to await another
The air filled with perfume as petals floated on the breeze
Soft tears from eyes carried murmurs of a love meant to be
She was your ever after, you were her once upon a time
I was a prayer that my heart wouldn’t fail, on that final day

I held my smile as you drew me in close, my world fading to black
You whispered, “Thank you dear friend”, and forever walked away   
She was your white ballet moon, her dance reflected in your eyes
You were her crystal ball knight, her shield in a gray satin waist coat
She was froth and wisps of silks; you were tall and drunk with love
I was the fool with a kiss on my forehead, slowly fading to black 

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