"Grief"

And then there was one.

In a million possibilities

There was one

Fate

Juxtaposition of the soul

And that was you.

Red sunrise on this black horizon of me

I had to let some old ideas go

To let you singe me

Tan me that deeper shade that communicated to the world I loved you.

And then there was one.

Moment upon moment 

Sitting in silence with walls closing

Yet

Expanding infinitely

Shrinking me to a poppy seed

Amongst what now seems like an endless desert;

Moment upon moment

Of the surf's teasing my thoughts

As the loss of you slapped my shores

Drawing bits of me into those unknown depths of sorrow

Reshaping my topography

Muddling my borders

While my memories prayed no storm would come to wash them away.

One

Me, myself, & I

And the staring at the door

My mind knowing there shall be no return

While my heart holds to hope pure juvenile that at some point it shall be so;

And then there was one,

No,

Two...

Fuck it

A plethora of tears

Personified questions

Undisputed truths

Making this music of sorrow upon my flesh 

As the situation's gravity pulled them increasingly from me.

And then there was one.

Surrounded in black

A shadow of your shadow shadowing me as I felt you hollow next to me and I

Breathed

That I would never inhale you

And how I understood my love for you now more than ever upon remembering that grief like this...

Is the ultimate cost for a love like yours.

©2015clarencecbess

Last October

Past tense,

Last kiss.

Present sense

No sense

And now only dreams

Of black sands

And kneeling for you

To take my hand.

Past tense,

A conundrum of choice

Various shades

To look most fabulous of course.

Present presents

Truths unseen

And asking my soul not to burst at it's seams;

Thank God for you

But I am broken

Caught in the dance of mystery,

If I can pass this tense

Every day further past tense

I might be that person of strength

They think to witness now.

Last October

No new Novembers

Or memories to fall

Blanket me

In the future I thought meant for us;

Just first winter

Barren

Devoid 

And too quiet walls

Echoing only my tears.

Thank God for you

But what are we now to do

Beneath disco lights?

What am I to do when I need to be held at night

Because it still makes no sense

That this world would be without your presence

And now,

All there is

Is past tense

Last October

Last kiss.

©2015clarencecbess