elegy to what might have been

your twirling lilac petals have long ago wilted; your eyes have gone to join the stars. nails and teeth and bones are all that remain in this crumbling field, hallowed by time and consecrated by those who came before us. sumptuous droplets plunge from the sky in effervescent trails, one after the other, descending from the heavens. petrichor fills my lungs; it would fill yours, should they be functioning, yet i'm left breathing in the vapors of my own burned flesh. sanguine skies shimmer overhead with the light of a thousand fallen souls. gossamer threads trail across the ground, weaving together ash and blackened earth and the remains of your ethereal silhouette. the earth feeds on your bones feed on the earth feeds on my heart. love is naught but a paradox: in its beginning is its ending, and like the ouroboros, it shall feed into itself for eternity.