Want to know the truth?
We are the fading ink on
Old, yellowing, wrinkled paper.
The empty pen that needs to be disposed.
We are the morning breeze;
Cool and refreshing,
Only to get a taste of the scorching sun
And become warm.
Our reality only exists because of
A few powerful, unforgettable memories.
And I have come to learn that
Sometimes we just need the flame
To flicker one last time and finally die down.
Because we are tired of the heat that burns us
Every time we cup our hands to preserve it.
And like a light bulb on the verge of becoming useless
Fighting in those last moments
For a little more time
We know in the end another will take its place
That bulb, tossed away
Will be the only proof of our existence.
I had hoped our bonds would be
Eternal and forever lasting;
Strong against the hurricanes
Threatening to destroy us
And the envious looks that
Silently jinx our very structure.
But I think they’ve succeeded
And we’ve started disintegrating
From the inside.
Cracks in the foundation became visible to all,
But we are blind.
Small arguments became full blown fights
And silence became
Our companion on those rough nights.
Our hearts ached for each other’s company,
But our egos stood in the way.
Here, I thought we could withstand
The broad chested wolf with burning lungs, ready to exhale his destructive breath upon us.
Build a house of bricks that
Stood strong against every blow.
Only our house, I found, consisted of straw.
And we were vulnerable from the start.
Dear Friend, we lost.