She lit her cigarette, I could only pause in all my beliefs and see that she was always the fraction of relief I felt safe enough to allow. Release
She uncaged all these long forgotten dreams.
Her hands touched me and played each memory.
Her body moved closer to me and I was reminded of how fond I am of playing her keys.
She raged at the notion of what could have been, what never was and never will be.
Her fists, she closed in anger without ever realizing it was only now a word away.
She turned the hands, winding it down back to when she still had the courage to face what was in front of her.
The minutes ran out and the seconds forced her to her knees.
She knew she could no longer control what would feed her peace.
Time had taken the measurements of her afflictions and cast them to her altar.
She could no longer escape the burrowed trenches of wrong calculated movements,
Wrong calculated environments and the ghosts she had to say goodbye to.
The realisation that she was no longer enough to forfeit the norms and the easiness was a concept she never could deal well with.
Saying what she meant and meaning what she said seemed more difficult by every touch of his hands.
Waiting could no longer be accepted as she knew he filled all the time in her absence.
She knew that with each memory, he would just be the kind hearted soul for her that she never was.
The fire burned , it smothered and it collapsed until finally she learned to no longer light matches out of ghosts she loved.
Safety and the norm made us all conform to the ideals of just being ok, Just being safe and in control.
I sat staring at her knowing she could draw the outlines of my entire being, But she would not be the one to colour it in.
I held on throughout her disappearance , throughout my self-destruction knowing I could not let go, even if all I had left was what she always wished she could have or be.
For now we pull apart the galaxy,
We will gaze upon the same stars and when the stars themselves start to fall we will use them to carve this longing deeper into our souls.
I always knew you’d make the most beautiful piece of art.