This way to my last dance
My last open jar of remedy and mirth.
Fresh out, nothing left to share.
There was a boy here, onyx eyed, copper haired
he left with the first whisper of spring
on to what promised to be finer, more real things.
The promise was a dream, a home, a life, a love
sweet smelling green fields, salty flavored kisses,
and a menagerie of pleasures,
gifts pure-divine, some sweaty and mundane.
The lie fell through swiftly. In all the time it took to build
love, children, forever-
it was swept away like toyhouses of sand.
These little... precious gifts, these shards of promises
glinting like starlight in his palms.
There is no one left to protect.
Only this shining dust
falling innocently from a young man's hand.
All these fragile, precious gifts, tokens of a happy life.
Shattered, profaned, and discarded.
Without my consent, with my knowledge.
Sealed now in a matrimony of lustful misdeed and willfull dishonesty.
To the happy couple:
May we all someday find what we truly deserve.
