Hellopoetry,
I confess.
I have killed a man
who I love deeply
he was driven as the sun
and passionate as a storm
but now he is a sailboat
a vessel waiting for wind
years ago, when we had nothing
but each other, cuddled up
on an air mattress in the middle of a room
I was happy
he died five years ago
those hazel eyes I so adored
with green flecks strong as a rainforest
are now clear cut
was it my finger on the gun?
did I tie the perfect knot of a noose?
leave medication next to the alcohol?
...was it really me? how did I do this?
we have grown so far apart
that I barely remember
the boy who lit my heart ere long ago
who I kissed in the art room
next to my paintings
and I thought he was more beautiful
than any work of art ever could be
I see his shadow sometimes,
only when we're on vacation and he
wanders through trails holding my hand
once again young, shy, playful
and gone again so soon.
Can you love someone who hasn't sparked a fire in you for a decade? How? Asking for a friend.
