A letter to you from me
How easily we fell in love
As if our hearts were nothing more than paper plates at a sunset barbecue,
Readily discarded
I sit awkwardly
On this throne you’ve placed below me
More accustomed to kneeling on the floor
Last week I saw Santa at the mall
Or maybe just a drunk man in a red suit
There’s no more magic in our eyes
And that wish we made on the roof of your house was wasted words for a burning rock
We dance in silence
I think I’d rather hear a melancholy string quartet lament while we waltz
Walking in circles
I wonder when we lost the magic
Twirling around the fatal stroke
Isn’t it fun to pretend we are tourists?
Looking for comfort in an uncut gem
I say I’m sorry too many times
One too many days
Your heart like a glass of red wine drops to the floor
You step toward me
And I don’t know whether the river beneath your toes is made of crushed grape or blood
I only know that I broke you
Broken for loving someone who doesn’t love themself
I let the wind carry me, fluttering into darkness
I’m weightless now
It no longer matters where I land
I had a dream,
I held you to my lips
The way a smoker caresses his last cigarette
My poor dragon
I chase you
A fleeting moment suspended as our tongues dance across the tightrope
Exhaling one last time
The smoke left in your wake
nothing escapes
your kaleidoscope heart
with your forehead against my cheek, whose tears slip down my neck?
By KJ Richmond