Love poem for creative writing.
Start to finish, it was a falling out
A great grievous slipping of tight-clasped hands
Set to the blare of a marching band
A transplant to where we are now
Hobbling towards the finish line
Of a decade spent in synchronized minutes
Something seeping poisonous in it
Something negating the value of time
Have you ever seen a small thing die?
Emaciated wood-creature, tiny paws
Quivering limbs and clicking jaws
So was the struggle of she and I
Him, he was a half-blind and desperate lunge
The impossible, hidden in after-school hours
Pretending this locker hall stereotype was ours
While I made eyes at a different one
And them, they were the lifelong type
The ears and feet and dancing nights and laughing days
Until cap-throw and close, and separate ways
Promises made, made thin and trite
And you, the prompter of this verse
The matter-of-time wave overshadowing shore
Always reaching, retreating for a little bit more
My reticence made it so much the worse
A blessing, you, though I your vice
Scraping for minutes in cold back rooms
Keeping a secret which everyone knew
Until final Friday night, when we both cried
This broken year, this chapter close
Was a search for something not easy to find
Claiming what is rightly mine
Was harsh and hard, but so it goes
I see myself now something new
Closer to that willow-wisp goal
This broken year was beautiful
For that I thank you, you, you, and you.
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