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A wave goodbye
The bitter sweetness of letting love go. A poem.
Volcanic and eruptive it stings my soul
Ripping, the slashing pain, forever unseen, consumes me
It towers, a suddenness that arises and cuts through the known
I knew it was approaching and welcomed it ... for him.
Yet it is a pit without end, a darkness with unreachable depth.
Where is the tool to reveal joy in heartbreak?
Like sunshine through rain, abandonment seeps in and cripples me.
The defiance of loss, the enduring void of hope withers my love.
The taste of his lips linger sweet in my memory
His smell evolves through me from vein, to pulse, to knowing
His touch embalms my love in a shroud of tears
His smile spikes my heart with an icicle of grim solitude.
This choice, his choice, is a poison stinging my eye
In his happiness I feel no pain
In my still moments I am broken
From his adventure I am outcast.
I wave goodbye, my hand a pathetic, frail, discarded leaf.