The Blood & The Bones

I could lie and say I was watching the sunrise that day but I wasn’t.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw it’s rose colored hue. I felt the heat on my face as gold spread like liquid dominating the darkness. I knew that it was coming up too fast and that when it had revealed itself birthed from the horizon, when the day began beyond the dawn, that would be the end of this.

I wanted to take your hand and go to a place where it was not coming up. Where it was not yet the beginning of our end. It’s light taunting me, a ticking clock so loud and bright that it would not go unnoticed but I would not look at it.. if I did not acknowledge it then maybe, just maybe we could run from it. We could stay in this darkness, in this oblivion, where all we care about are the stars and a love we’d gone through hell just to happen upon. And there, I could pretend that you would be the kind of man who would commit such a sin and I would be the kind of woman who would let it happen.

It’s colors reflected in your eyes and still, I would not look at it.

My eyes would only see you and not the rising sun. I was watching you come to terms with losing this moment too. And beyond that, losing what was never actually an us.

We swore we wouldn’t sleep the night before just to say everything that we would hold inside for the rest of our days as our paths would go different ways…. Yours back to her. Back to where you came from. To do the right thing, the thing we both knew needed to be done

And my path would go on the other way without you. Where sunrises don’t mean as much and we won’t break anyone’s heart just so we can have what our’s wants.

I left you there in it’s haze of burning orange sitting in sorrow but not regret. No, we had nothing to be sorry for. There were no deeds we had to wish could be undone.

I walked away alone. Never to watch another sunrise in your eyes or on my own.

LL