Dying Alone: A Love Poem
You know,
You never really learned to accept a gift
Whether it was a compliment
Or wine
Or tear drops on your couch
And especially my heart
You never could fathom my love
It’s depth or viscosity
The way it never seems to end,
An ocean of affection.
The deeper you sank,
The less light reached my eyes
You see,
It’s hard to tell you are crying
When there’s no light
to shine on your tears
When the rain is already falling
What are a few more tears?
And you know, I used to love the rain
The sound it made on the roof
Each tiny splash on puddles
The way it shines in the trees
Of course I told you all this
Once upon a time
Not that you’d remember
You never do remember
And regretfully I can never forget
Forget the taste of your lips
The warmth of your hands
The shimmer in your eyes
The subtle laugh you used to make
And the way you lie
The way you try to hide your pain
To keep me from pain
But my perception is ruefully overdeveloped
Sharpened by a childhood of trying to survive
I saw every sign
Every broken piece and dried up tear
I wanted to be there for you
I wanted to be there
With you
By you
For you
I wanted you to know I loved you
So I told you
My heart cannot keep a secret you know
There are no walls here
Only windows
And perhaps my love is not as mature
Perhaps it is not as weathered
Or worn
Perhaps my concept of love is only just beginning to bloom
But it was blooming for you
Reaching toward your sun
For its first breath of air
And you turned it away
You plunged it into darkness
Locked in a box whose key I cannot find
And for all the months I spent falling in love with you
All the months we spent holding each other’s hands
Kissing each other in my car
I cannot bear to call you only a friend
Because I don’t feel this way about friends
And I’m afraid I’ll never feel this way about anyone
Again