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.

Éponine

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