This love is not eternal (2020)

This love is not eternal.

In the blinking of an eye this vernal

feeling sprung like buds on branches,

a hazy dream carried by a chance

meeting, the hope that fate would grant us 

opportunity to bloom.

Our dance was always a dissonant mess,

missing a step 

as you stepped on my feet and 

wrote it off as being clumsy.

Our poem has no rhythm,

and yet without rhyme or reason

I still think of you when I’m with him.

You stray further from me each changing season

but just yesterday we were together,

you sketching the promise of forever

into my skin.

The minutes and hours and days and years started

Speeding,

Spinning,

I still standing,

stagnant, 

musing about it.

Now I long to begin again, and

though I know that nothing good can last,

       nothing gold can stay,

happiness can come and leave within a day,

still I run 

from the drunken disillusionment 

that we were not meant to be.

I tremble,

I fear to face that day we’re 

finally free from the faulty dream

that plagued our pasts,

face the grim reality that not 

all love lasts.