This slow march towards eternity houses feelings of futility
And the burdens you insist on embracing slip away once you’ve forgiven me
I remember you, spending the days convinced you’d be rescued
Love was taught through the wrinkled pages you underlined in solitude
I know you think there’s something better out there waiting for you
And that the night sky is just a really dark blue
But soon life will reveal itself to be halfhearted and cursory
Birthdays will turn into pointless anniversaries
Your early passion gets exchanged for stubborn ambivalence
And pockets of optimism escape like effervescence
I kept your bad habits and phobias like a family heirloom
Hidden in a promising but wasted guest bedroom
Maybe the dreams you had will come to fruition soon
And maybe I’m wrong about everything I’ve said to you
But I do know that you won’t have the love you find in books
And the night sky is black no matter how many times you look
Submitted: December 15, 2020
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This took my breath away. I realized as I read the last line that I had been holding my breath. I felt like I was there in these feelings. You are a wonderful writer and portray the emotions onto the reader.
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LE. Berry
A great title perfectly reflecting a well written piece that speaks to thought, regret and what is. Loved it sarah emily.
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