What they say is true, that love can be found
in the most unexpected places.
I met him on a roof and we gazed at
the brilliant, sparkling lights.
There were fireworks through March
next year, and they didn’t stop when we
were back on solid ground.
It was a shared affection for
coming together – we took our
discords and arguments and made
a harmony of bodies
where similar thoughts were lacking.
April and May came around,
and there were fewer shows
of powdered lights –
a tedious haze grew, instead.
I became a smoldering mess,
not knowing what I could do to
rewind the hands of our broken clock.
The rhythms of our hearts became
an unrelated thumping.
I battled to keep yours, and you –
and you couldn’t be moved otherwise.
My heart’s infirmity grew like cancer
and invaded my mind,
and all my demons celebrated and rejoiced
that they had been released from their cages.
I had to watch as they rewired
Everything I had known in ignorance.
Then he rewrote his life without me,
while I struggled to turn the page.