Yesterday is gone
Forevermore,
Relegated
To the latticework of memories
Old, new, forgotten,
All that remains of my life
Of my many decades lived.
Alone
In the silence
I sit in contemplation
The vast emptiness
Before me, surrounding
Me, pressing in
On all sides.
If I concentrate
Hard enough, I can
Almost make out the sound
Of your pealing laughter
Echoing, reverberating,
Filling the room, this house,
My head, my heart.
If I close my eyes
I can almost believe
The cool air entering my lungs
Carries still a hint,
A taste, a tantalising whiff,
Your scent, a subtle fragrance,
Reluctantly lingering on.
If I ignore the truth
And consciously give in
To delusion, I can almost
Convince myself
You will be walking
Through those doors
Any moment.
Almost.
It was always the two of us
Against the world
Uncaring, unfearing, unfettered,
We were supposed to last,
Go the distance, make it to
The curtain call, the final bow,
At the altar swear forevermore.
We were meant to be
You and me, darkness and light,
The pauper and the princess,
Beauty and the Beast,
Romeo and Juliet, soulmates
Bonded in this life
And into the next.
Almost.
Complacency. One simple word.
A deadly killer in drag
Upon whose bloodied sword
We so ardently sacrificed
Ourselves, our love, the future
Taking for granted, that which
Should have been dearly treasured.
You were my life
The anchor around whom
My whole world revolved
You were my everything
And in your absence
I am spiralling slowly
Out of control, unravelling.
Almost.
A word chocked-full of missed
Opportunities,
Of blatant inadequacies, Of foolishness
Personified. An entire cosmos
Apart.
An alternate timeline, reality.
Almost.