Subways and crashing waves and cicadas were the soundtrack
To nights spent under trees and stars and skyscrapers
Where cold hands clutched colder hands
And Instagrammed memories seared onto my soul.
He guided me away from past associations
And led me back to my wild heart
Yet through it all we remained unable to attain
A full sense of each other as one.
And so it went
Ripped apart, a holy day,
Then loose ends tied back together.
Ancient paths lay between us and
Fate’s strings led our swift birth and slow death as
We were created to destroy
Old ties and birth new beginnings and
To take one another to grand heights and new lows.
And though it is true that now
My heart is with another, his arms around one too
I still wonder if I will ever lose this taste
Of my mouth wondering why covenants cannot be broken.