Full Circle

I was an escapee on the run
From the heat and destruction
Of desolation
Isolation
Searching for
greener freedoms

She met me on a secret path
Just the two of us
Building and constructing
A world for two
Where gentle winds calmed and cooled
And the warmth of her sun
Was captured in our entwined fingers
As we lay
And whispered secrets in the high grass
It was just us
In perfect days

We walked along teeming rivers
Sipping from each other’s hand
We stripped ourselves bare
Souls ignited
Melding into each other
kissing under sweet stars and full moons
Just us through
Perfect nights

In our comfort
We slept through days
As our perfection waned
Mutating into harsher and colder winds
Which blew between us
One by one
drops of pressured truth
Fell heavily
Burdened us
The thunderous truth woke her
Relevatory lightning opened her eyes
It shook
And broke her
into her reality
her hands now
Shaking, unsure
no longer
held past warmth
We still walked along
Slowly dying
drying rivers
dusted and cracked
Our Eden slowly dissolving

Before dawn she said she couldn’t stay
And that I couldn’t come
Her cold hand
Slipped away
One finger at a time
Leaving all of me
dangling
Outstretched
Her soul
slowly pulled away
Stitch by stitch
disentangling
Disengaging itself
From mine
Leaving what was left
to face an unknown day

Packing up
All I
We
had become
Recounting many days
retracing few steps
Into this
A deserted landscape
Unpacking and rebuilding my home
a silent prison
I recognized in the darkness
A familiar haunting scent
despondency and loneliness
of solitary captivity
Of which there is no real escape