Some people.
come into your life and introduce you to music or shoes.
that’s it.
that’s all they are good for
The night was young, but the air was heavy, thick with guilt and shame. He would play the clown. Butter her up. A voice, tense, afraid of being caught. The build up. Her laugh. The prize. Together they would string stars across the sky. Build together.
Window shopping. Boxes of cheese.
And you. Directly looking a gift horse in the mouth. Because you’re not buying what he’s selling.
You held my hand.
You told me you loved me.
You held me close.
Promises.
Kisses.
Life.
We tumbled through separate lives.
Living apart but always together.
Our red strings never severing.
Time marches on.
It stops for no man.
It reaps the youthful
and the old alike.
I will die happy.
knowing.
When death parted us.
You held my hand.
I can’t force myself to fall out of love with someone who has held my heart for decades.
knowingly.
unknowingly.
it matters not.
that fire burns hotter than a thousand suns.
and believe me when I say, I am one hundred percent Icarus.
These wings don’t stand a chance with you.
Tinsel is present now in my virgin hair.
The lights and star reflect in my eyes.
My cane now rests upon the tree.
Cranberry red flows while a carol floats on the air.
This death is merely my birth.
I was speaking to one of my friends on the way home from church and told them I would call them back once I put the kids down.
7: Mom, are you going to kill us?
Me: NO!!! Why would you say that?
7: Well, you said you were going to put us down.
Me: No…I meant that I was gonna put you to sleep…TUCK you in. That’s what I meant.
7: I knew what you meant (laughing maniacally)