Andrea

 

She used to be so alive

Now only an infirmed memory

We used to be stars colliding in the sky

Hooked on BF Five

Pressing to the center of Life

Sucking the marrow of our shared existence

 

She was a dancer

And I wanted to paint her with eloquent lines

Beautifully scripted poetry

Of connection without words, without thought—

Our hands fell so easily into one another

Silent witness to our own choreography

 

The days moved so slowly,

Succulent tastes of heaven

Spent on tiled floors

Buttressed by one another

Lazily talking of dreams and tomorrow

Neither one as real as her weight on my chest

 

It happened so quickly

The fall from grace

None aware of the catapulting from paradise

As we spun in our own gravitational pulls

Sand slipping through our outstretched hands

Pooling at our feet

 

The dust has settled

The supernova of us

Collapsing in on itself

Oh, but to breathe life back into her eyes,

So vacant

To pull her into my arms and remember

As if it was the first time.