I fill my days with you
And at times I wonder if I should allow myself
The luxury of dreaming
When dreams are meant for those of us
Who have at least some chance of finding
Our ways in this dreadful thing we call
Life
They whispered that you loved me but
Could not forget her
Some crimson ribbon tied to your finger
To keep you back
Tied to a memory of yesterday, vague and
Faltering
But still strong enough to keep you from me
Until you cut your ties to the broken world that
Held no glamour for you and you came to
Me at last
My heart broke for you and for
Me, who had wanted you to forget for so long and now
Felt so terrible for wishing this upon you
And I wondered how one so beautiful as you
Could want one as broken as me
My heart had been shattered so many times before I knew you
And you at last had stepped in to save me
But that was not enough to end the corruption that stained the
Pieces of what I once treasured
“Little dove”
You whispered
But I am no dove
I am a pigeon