fragility.

His ring on her finger,
someone else’s name on that envelope.
God, i wanted to scribble out the truth with
all my heart.
I wanted to be the one to have my name on that card.
i wanted it to be my name on the alabaster stone
of his soul.
a two of diamonds, a three of hearts, a malicious looking
joker. – i had played all my cards.
i had used all my soul to make it better for them.
we waited in the storm tossed night to hold the dawn in our palms,
precious and fragile.
holding onto the stem of his soul, i blew.
puff,
nothing left but the green stalks that
held the fluff together. beautiful in simplicity.
something, something sinister this way comes.
with bated breath we watched as the infrastructure
collapsed.
we held a bondfire jamboree as it collapsed.
as we danced, naked, in the hot orange glow
i wondered if we should be mourning the loss of
simplicity.
we never knew….
never knew what we had done.
holding our hearts in our hands we greeted the dawn,
the precious fragile dawn.