So.
When I heard the startling rumble of thunder and striking of blue lightning, I knew you had departed indefinitely,
There was no time to frantically stumble out of our creaky cottage and plead you stay,
Each crackle an additional testament to your leaving, "It's all in the letters I left you!",
But, the worst part that stings me the most, is that it was obvious you would have left eventually,
Maybe it was something good yet never meant to be as a memorable liaison,
Like the roses blooming in early Dawn and withering by harsh Afternoon just to end all love stories,
And I rushed to clutch the papers and flatten the curtains where I glance at the clementine sky, withdrawing in patches,
Bitter aftertastes of rotting oranges plaguing my tongue and very thoughts, they have never left the bowl since that evening,
My eyes rained chilled tears in place of roiling clouds as all this pent-up momentum pelts me to a helpless affliction,
I felt so frail collapsing to my knees,
Only then did I recognize with each passing minute lasting an eternity that my life revolved solely around your existence,
I love[d] you with all my heart and each fruit cell that has been grown, purchased, crossed, eaten in this house,
I was insufficient to our romance made mundane,
That I began to think that same, my life now dreary from day-to-day,
I reside in moonlight and whatever intruding sunlight can expose me,
Those letters you wrote, I still leaf through, delicately placed back in their yellowing envelopes,
I wonder where you went,
As if my role in the tale is biding for a continuance alone for I linger in the tempestuous moment of another "never-will-be",
Then.
