Marble

Somewhere beyond us, beyond the time that turned us into ruins, beyond my fingertips that once caressed your cheek, the arms that pulled you in for a sweet embrace (now cracked and crumbling and fragile) 

All of (our) time sits untouched, undiscovered by surveyors believing in divinity, that time heals all wounds, that love lasts forever 

How do we tell them? My voice, long gone, my soul inching closer and closer to salvation but

Not any closer to you 

Which playwright do you think wrote our love story? 

Doomed and forbidden and impossible from the start 

Can you hear me calling your name from the balcony? 

Which poet foretold our tragedy? 

I haven’t seen you in years 

I haven’t heard your heartbeat in decades 

Haven’t felt your touch in millennia 

All that stands of us is 

The rubble, the abandoned buildings, the cracked stained glass

My arms are still reaching for you, I can’t seem to make contact, I twist and turn, my efforts are in vain 

I wonder if you feel (for) me

Did you ever?

The writers foretold my demise 

The historians will savor my pain 

The marble is still and unmoving, cold and unfeeling 

My beating heart is buried in those ruins somewhere 

I know yours is long gone, but I couldn’t seem to let go 

I was merely a means to an end 

Only here to further your story 

Mine ends where yours begins 

They decided I was beautiful enough for my own exhibit

In death, I am a statue put on a pedestal 

Destined (cursed) to long for you

I miss you while you’re gone 

I missed you while you were still here

All that’s left is my yearning, a heart untouched, words unspoken, sorrow understood only by those who have lost something that isn’t theirs to mourn

My phantom limbs long to stretch around myself, to provide the comfort I sought in life

In death, I sit and wait for someone to notice that my pose is strained, the tears on my cheeks never quite dried, I’m here and

I miss you still