23/11/2020

I push the vase over
The edge
Watching it topple
Exploding into thousands of tiny
Fragments
The satisfaction I expected
Cowers in the corner
Dissipates with every passing second
Until only the whiff of smoke
Remains in its fiery wake

My heart gasps and shrieks
I have broken the one
I love most.
His affections are blown away
By the wind
Taken away, exiled to distant lands
I cannot reach
I can no longer taste the smile
On his lips
His once warm touch is foreign
A lonesome memory

My arms are outstretched,
Yearning to be held
To be yanked from the
Churning seas I am suspended in
But his eyes overlook my
Flailing figure in
The dark unyielding seas

The vase has been broken
Spilling the water it carried within
It’s vessel
The flowers have withered
And died
There is no sustenance left to fuel their
Existence

My arms grow tired
My eyes adjust
To the murky water’s
Cool caress
My fatigued arms fall to my side
I am alone.

I let the sea embrace me
Carrying me down to its warm
Depths
I catch one last glimpse of his
Retreating silhouette
I have finally paid the price
I owe