Love's Decay

Her brown curls were damp; one would think that she was in the rain…The way the tears poured from her, her flowing white dress clinging to her frame the handle of her suitcase gripped tightly…Her knuckles were white. 1

“You won’t be needing that where you’re going.” The man told her, offering her his hand. She said nothing, her mudded green eyes cold, angry, and hurt, but she clutched to her bag…With both hands now. 2

“No,” She said firmly. “I won’t. I can’t.” 3

“But you must.” He reminded her. He was crisp, clean, and dry…The rain didn’t seem to be falling on him at all…Instead the stars seemed to take residence within his eyes. And the smooth velveteen twilight was his garb; he wore it elegantly.4

She closed her eyes, red from her tears, and remembered his eyes, and how they looked when she had walked out the door with her baggage…5

“I’ve got my baggage too!” She heard him call. But she said nothing, continuing on…The rain beginning to fall, and it hadn’t stopped.6

Soon she opened her eyes, and a white wall was staring back at her…And she felt something moist within her hands…It smelled metallic, and looking down, she would see the hole in her chest, as big as a fist, her heart in her hands where her baggage had once been. 7

The light that had shined within her eyes was surely vacant now, as she clutched her heart. Her hands reach for the keys, her heart hitting the floor; shattering into a thousand pieces and the blood on her hands streaked the ivory in her desperate plea...that haunted melody.8

That melody, of how she left him be9

Of how she left him, there to bleed10

A horrible eternity, where all they shared was a goodbye11

A kiss, a moment of love, life12

“I’ve got my baggage too.” She whispered now.13

The storm is raging, she sang, and she sang loud14

My soul is broken, oh how could you know…15

What I feel for you is not the same as before16

Cuz’ baby I’m bleeding, in my white satin dress17

The one in which you promised I would be wed…18

My skin is fading into dust, my bones sought to rust19

To hell with trust, this ring is clamoring on the keys20

Reminding me…reminding me…21

Of you of I, of hello, goodbye.22

Of us. 23

She crumbled upon the keys…like a broken picture frame, the outlines of an angel, but vacant of a name. And if you reach back in your memories, I’m sure you’ll see her hands on those keys…Holding the chords of that melody…The rain still falling for the world to see. 24