Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Vessel to vessel

Trust to trust

 

On someday in March…

I remember distinctly

Listening

To yourheartbeat

 

That moment you told me

About your 

 

Condition

 

I—closed my eyes and

Let the smooth, staccato

Contractions

Ring

In my ear,

Like newborn supernovae,

Guiding my star dusted thoughts

Through veins and arteries

 

There was an overwhelming

Cacophony of silence

 

Accompanied by the:

 

Rise        

       and

Rise        fall

       and

Rise       fall

       and

               fall

 

Of your breath

 

That musky cologne had me

Lost and

A crooked smile remained--

Stained on my face

Because, out of disbelief,

I challenged your “destiny”

 

You were wrong

They were wrong

 

This isn’t fair

I’ve come unprepared

The only weapon I’ve brought

With me is the power

To rationalize…

 

I had never experienced,

Before then

Getting slapped in the face

 

By hands made of music

 

You played my mind

Like you did the black and white

Keys of the piano

Sitting stoically behind the curtains

And I chuckled, never quite

Getting your sense of humor, so

I forgave you for making a bad joke

 

But reality had me choke

On my tongue

Leaving the word “liar”

To travel down the back

Of my throat

 

Stinging

Singing

 

You were wrong

They were wrong

 

I looked into your eyes

Mine were glazed over

They were searching--

For some sort of hint

The tint

Of your iris’

Darkened,

Weathered from growing up

Too fast

 

And I asked, “Why?” 
I don’t remember your reply

But who or what is to decide

 

That your heart has an expiration date

 

God?

Then, He's no less human--

Selfish

For wanting you back

Too soon

 

But, you tell me to love Him

So I try to like you do

Even out of the unfairness of the world

You say He created

 

And then, for whatever reason,

He had

Our destinies intertwine

Accompanied by music and laughs

And hugs and cries

 

And the:

 

Rise       

       and

Rise       fall

       and

Rise       fall

       and

               fall

 

Of our hands and hips when

We bowed to the crowd

Paralleled my smile

 

See because,

I wasn’t supposed to ever know

Someone like you

Someone so genuine

Someone... I’m expected to

Eventually

 

Mourn?

 

The word seems so implausible;

Distant

But it’s coupled with a thought

That racks my mind…

What makes me so deserving of

Being fully functional?

 

I wish I could give you some

Of mine

I have enough to spare,

I swear

 

Tissue to tissue

I wish I could give

You

 

I’d break a rib

And connect the two

Pumps

With moon walks and

Break dances

Sealed with silent

Exchanges

Glances and affirmative smiles

 

The thing is,

I can give you my “heart”

 

And, I hope that will be

Enough

 

…I felt contrite

For crying

 

Dry

 

But tears were renounced

After gravity and shock

Short-circuited my tear ducts

And raised the hair on the back

Of my neck

 

All I can say is to remember,

Your aorta may be defective

 

But never think the same about your heart

 

And you know that I’m superstitious

So as I knock on wood,

I’m doing my best of convincing the both of us:

 

You are wrong

They are wrong