WHAT’S LEFT
Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 1:02PM ;)
IN THE GOLDEN AMBER LIGHT OF SUNSET I CAST THE ASHEN PETALS OF OUR PAST ACROSS THE SKYLINE AND WHISPERED SWEETLY “GOOD RIDDANCE.” I WATCHED AS YOU EVAPORATED INTO THE GROWING TWILIGHT AND FUMBLED FOR A SUITABLE EULOGY. IN AN INSTANT I HAD WRITTEN A MILLION UNPUNCTUATED LETTERS, SANG A MILLION UNMELODIUS SONGS, SCREAMED A MILLION WORDLESS CRIES AND IN THE ENDLESS EMPTY, INKY BLACKNESS HEARD NO ECHO, HEARD NOTHING AT ALL. I SEARCHED MY MIND FOR ALL THE FRAGMENTED SENTIMENTS I NO LONGER NEEDED. “WHY WON’T YOU… WHY DIDN’T YOU… WHY COULDN’T YOU…” UNTIL ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS THE AGED, UNWASHED UPHOLSTERY OF A HEART WITH AN INDISCERNIBLE BROWN STAIN THAT I COULD NO LONGER RECALL ACQUIRING BUT HAVE AND WOULD BE COVERING WITH A THROW BLANKET ON INTO INFINITY. ONE LONE THOUGHT STANDS BEFORE ME NOW, TALL AND PROUD AND FREE OF JUMBLED BURDEN. “THIS ISN’T HER. THIS IS ALL THE TIME YOU'VE SHACKLED YOURSELF TO THE EARTH WITH. THIS IS YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT. THIS IS THE MATHEMATICAL EQUATION OF EVERY SINGLE SECOND SINCE YOU ENTERED THE WORLD ADDED UP AND EQUALING EVERYTHING BUT NOW AND NOW. AND NOW. AND NOW. AND NOW. AND NOW. AND NOW. AND NOW. THIS IS WHAT’S LEFT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO WITH IT.”
Reader Comments (2)
The blinking cursor is proving to be intimidating, reminds me of Neruda sonnet 17
I can't stop reading this. I've read it over and over. I love it!