Dawn until dusk I sit in the dust
Glazed over and tarnished by time
Once a symbol of souls uniting here lies the last bit of evidence that love once lived here
Romance once thrived in the distance between her heart and his mind, his hands and her spine
I recall days gone by where i once knew the touch of flesh and bone from two separate owners joined deeper than what eyes could decipher
From the moment I was born, revealed with my twin before the world I felt the clock ticking away
A time bomb destined to go off when the vows signed in the sight of God no longer proved to be enough glue to keep the claws of death and all its friends out of paradise
I watched as the trials fell like rain, a sickening form of moisture loosening my grip on the digits of my owners,
Ive heard men say you’re never supposed to let others see you perspire and yet I was drenched in this one’s uncertainty and by the time noon rang out on this relationship the heat increased until tears and sweat were inseparable.
Here in this hallowed hall I reflect on the days when the clouds forgot their silver lining, hiding golden light as if to inspire these two to put a price on a four letter emotion they’d devoted countless hours investing in.
Something they’d spent a lifetime saving for this optimal stock option in the face of rival buyers who’d never understand the difference between value and worth
Here I remember when the market crashed and grasping at fleeting ideas of wealth almost resulted in the early termination of my task.
My twin wasn’t as lucky, found herself stuck behind the glass on a life sentence, set up and framed for the sake of another’s mistake, pawned just to pay the toll to reset the deficit, just so they could afford each others attention again.
Dusk til dawn I think about the days when the dying of light represented the lessening of time together, when the coming of night felt like false alarm after false alarm until finally one after the other their breath departed, carrying me from my intended grip to the floor of this apartment turned mausoleum
Bathing in the history
Sleeping in the ashes
A love story cut short in order to give life to tragedy.