Disintegrated Love

Today could have been an anniversary:

A day of fun, a night of dance, a midnight of passion;

But here we sit – facing each other – among friends that were ours

When we were ‘we’ –

Now few would turn to me and few would turn to thee.

The glass we hold has a drink that holds memories

Of many times we laughed together and proved

To the world a notion of perfection;

And here we sit – today – the happy drinkers,

Unable to raise the glass to our lips,

Holding a flood of emotions made up of

Love – which has disintegrated into

A deadly mix of guilt, regret and anger.

I do not blame you – you do not blame me,

But I hate that we failed each other;

I hate that we would never trust our hands anymore

To hold anything precious – for we, the monsters,

Know not to culture beautiful things.

We look at each other and I see the coming tears,

And as your beautiful lashes try hopelessly to hold them back –

I close my eyes and let mine flow.

It drips into the drink I hold, adding to its happy mix:

My hint of disintegrated love – and it immediately turns black!

I look at mine, then look at you – and we see our deed

Of black that was once the sparkling hue.

We raise the glasses to our lips – breathe;

Knowing in that moment, our future:

We mix tears and drink again – caging everything. Forever.