Asphyxiate

There are times when we are not sure
if the lion could ever truly speak to the lamb
or if our hearts, made of frigid iron,
could ever love the way we used to-
hold the many hands that arched over rivers
to flow peacefully.

Because the uncertainty stops my pulse
from memorizing the straight lies
you fed me on your gold-spun ladle.
The moments that defined memories
are transforming into a dusty shadow
beneath my diaphragm, as if nothing
I thought was real, ever was.

How I used to believe you were the key
to making tiny breaths of air
create sighs against my lungs-
but is that what love grows into?
An uncut, stripped lesson that you
once taught me?

If you were formerly love,
then what, may I dare ask, are you now-
because these windows that I bid
farewell to, are not closing....
and I wonder if I cleared away
the crystal curtains you imported,
if there would be another way
to respire,
a shattering reflection to bring back
the role of perfect truth.

Without you and your fading
tones of yesterday,
I could breathe with a true sense
of what oxygen will supply me with,
and maybe for once, I will not be
the one in loss.

May 28, 2012.
[9:36 PM]