Love, In Pieces

Love, In Pieces

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Submitted: April 03, 2017

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I dreamt of your gaze in my waking hours, 
of the beauty you'd shown me only in pieces, 
and in your absence I roamed around looking for those pieces 
to remind myself that although you had walked away, 
your beauty still remained. 
Somewhere. 
But then the longer I searched the more pointless this task proved to be, 
as if somehow your beauty was a living entity, 
breathing, 
aware of my pursuit, 
and each time it heard my footsteps echo through the desolate landscape, 
it backed away into the shadows. 
Hiding. 
So then one day I stopped looking and thought, 
"How selfish of me to desire this beauty,
How selfish of me to want to capture and preserve it, 
to turn each meaningful moment that naturally fades
into an everlasting monument." 
And so I taught myself to live with your memory instead, 
with your ghost by my side, 
with the ghost of what could have been. 
Perhaps if I look hard enough I will see a crack in the sky, 
an accidental cut in sky's fabric through which I could peer into another world, 
where we're not chased constantly by the daily grind of adult life, 
where there's only us two, 
and we don't subscribe to any romantic gestures 
or anything grand to make our love known, 
where we reassure each other of this love by simply being there. 
In the moment, where the moment itself is infinite. 
But there are no cracks in the sky.
Perhaps it is better this way. 
Maybe wanting is more fulfilling than having. 
Maybe walking alongside your ghost and the idea of what could have been is all I can have. 
And so I will take that idea, 
and I will put up with the daily grind of adult life, seeking the strength you once showed me resided in every human soul, 
and I will hold the pride you took in your womanhood in high regard, 
and I will humbly listen to your song of womanhood, 
silently praying that one day others hear it too, 
that the whole world hears it, 
for your song has the power to inspire those who always aspire to be better, 
and I will fall asleep, alone, smiling, with the memory of your laughter dangling before my mind's eyes, 
your tune forever echoing through the chambers of my subconscious. 
 
- MK


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