Surely there was a time where
my heart belonged to the gentle lulls
of the ocean tides
lapping on moonlit shores;
surely there was a moment where
I longed to be
wrapped in the shroud of
night’s darkness there
next to you.
Surely there were days where
my crestfallen eyes
and sunken cheeks
grew rosy
with the possibility of
a bettering world;
surely there were sunsets where
I wanted nothing more than
to hold my breath
and disappear
into the hushed nothings of
my isolated world.
I never believed in
sacrifice, until I met you.
I never knew of love
until I met you.
I never felt such
rueful hate, until I met you.
I never wanted
care,
death,
family.
Until I met you.
These days there is only
radio silence that
echoes in the shells of
what I used to be, what I used to feel.
These days there are only
empty words and
half written apologies for
accidents and horrible times
I cannot begin to recall.
Times I cannot begin to forget.
Surely there was a time where
all I needed were
faint stars and a fog-covered moon,
a saint reaching down to guide me;
surely there was a time where
all I needed were
heavy words fueled with anger
to escape my sewn lips,
a prayer always failing to save me.
Lost in the silence of it all,
surely I must have loved you.
Lost in the heat of it all,
surely you must have known.
Lost in the world,
the shadows,
the words,
we must know that
we can never speak of
who we used to be.
Illustration by Collette Harrison