The golden sparkles
Lit the sky
As your arms encircled me
Pulling me in deeper and deeper.
Where were you in the old days?
We would have been lovers then.
Yes, and then you’d have run
Now I run from all the terror
All the pain
All the heartache that had no joy
All the ugliness I could not bear.
We are not lovers now
We were not lovers then.
I couldn’t make myself
Take a chance
On something I knew I’d lose at.
It was already lost,
It was gone before it could start.
The common ground beneath
Disintegrated into a dark hole,
and swallowed you into it’s muck.
I held on to the edge and clawed my way out.
I just couldn’t do it one more time.
By Deborah E. Dayen