Like a fatal disease that erases the presence of a soul by slowly, oh ever so slowly, encompassing the body, taking away the fresh breath of youth, as Winter does to Summer, this is how you came and went. 

You ran away with my heart and left my body a tomb of dead emotions. You’ve drained the will out of me. The sun, our creator, so soon become my destroyer. You did this. Your beams warmed my body into living, then they burnt and left a scorched scar so deep that it reaches into my dark existence, and so wide it swallows me whole. 

The flower, I became, blossomed in the Spring of our love and withered in the cold chilling winds of Winter. A magician, you created and weaved your spell to capture my heart. You became my senses dictating my life. I was a puppet, you were my puppeteer. I throw my head into the clouds and not think of the way your love is destroying me. I’ll give my life away to someone who I feel more for than myself. Why? 

Our time together made my heart soar. I thought it was beautiful, I thought I felt peaceful. Every time I saw you, my heart swelled and my brain exploded into magical beams of light and all I saw was you. You. You were my God, you were my Heaven. When your divine body praised mine I would be lifted to heights unimaginable in this dimension. My eyes drank in your essence, never, ever receiving enough. You were my universe, my universe, and in it I basked while the stars were mine to touch and I was the moon. 

As we eclipsed, the world stopped and watched. Us, joining together as a whole for only a few brief moments, blackening our love with a blinding light that only the foolish dare to see.

© AL 2019