We spent our last days perusing the library stacks-
filling the void with inconsequential books,
an escape of the mind, a way to hide the heart.
If I had known as a little girl
(all skinned knees and climbing trees)
that love only lasts for two years,
I likely wouldn't have bothered. But,
you came rolling by me on your Heeley's;
offering security, devotion, and forever
in your eyes, and I, awakening from solidarity,
fell head first into your open arms, needing your love
more than I ever thought I could.
And now here we stand, on the cusp of good-bye...
devoid of the joy of growing old together.
There is no more "together".
It was a dream that I once had, a fantasy
of trust, of eternity... waking up is the
most palpable of pains to digest.