We’ll Do It Again

I keep my hands in the sand, spilling it out like the grains of an hourglass. I loved you—the one I created from a smoky figure of mist.

Is it through this door that I’ll find the ghost of what remains? The unedited you, the one I fell over the edge, then sought and fought – in the name of the greater good – past the limits of who we were. Holding the cradling sky, this space will never be ours. It was all poetry and dreams, a fleeting intimacy on a stage that we could grasp only in stolen moments. The debts are unpaid, and lines are crossed in red.

And here I am, with hair tousled by the wind and eyes wild with clueless romanticism, heartbroken. When is enough truly enough? The limboing line inches closer to the floorboard until there’s nothing left but its creak. I’ll miss that I can never kill—the forever perfect tombstone etched with the blood of my paper-cut fingers.

I lay it all down, not to rest but to hold it for a little longer. We’ll do it again as we close another chapter with all its dreams and heartbreaks, we’ll do it again.

Love, Jaclynn