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Words Left Unsaid

Lily Atoian

 

My earliest recollection of you:

laughing, beaming, and bouncing on your lap.

Yes, I can still feel your warm kettle skin,

as my tiny hand held your two fingers.

I can still trac the crow's feet near your eyes,

and sense magic that followed your smile.

There's no limit to the things left unsaid,

in the three short years since your soul parted.

Two questions tend to grab my attention

when they accompany my thoughts of you.

One: did you miss me as the seasons changed?

Two: are you proud of who I have become?

No, I may not have known you very well,

but there will never be doubt in my mind

that a piece of the sun fell from the sky

and made a permanent home in your heart. 

 

I Hate You

 

The last of the ammunition I could find in my arsenal,

and fire at you,

after my fortifications were left in ruins.

But what good did it do?

The dams failed me,

and before I could blink,

the hot tears began to stream

down my red, contorted face.

 

Of course it's not true.

 

As soon as I said it,

the motion picture of our history

reflected from your face.

I saw our fishing trips

our flirtation, and laughter at the bars,

our winding and pensive walks.

It was a good history,

written by the winners: us. 

 

Don't worry,

I'm still bound to you.

Mistreatment just sucks,

when you're on the receiving end. 

 

Roaring

 

Along for so long, I only knew how to be

cold,

and unsure

a metropolis stuck

in a two-decade blackout,

expectations

burried underneath the bricks.

 

Suddenly,

like and oncoming train,

bells ringing,

engine bustling,

steam screaming,

you came at me roaring

and I came

alive.

 

Lights manifested,

skyscrapers rose,

alcohol flowed,

decadence draped the cityscape.

 

Everything was always in motion,

the music never stopped playing,

the chandelier never stopped swinging,

so how could we?

 

Our love grew bigger.

Our morals, looser

 

Art Deco definded us–

impossible to emulate.

 

We flew higher than the Chrysler,

the ascent making me dizzy,

you, keeping me steady.

My one, my only

Golden Roar.

 

What could possibly go wrong,

investing everything I have,

in us?