Requiem to Goodbye

  

Change:

A state of flux,

The transition from birth to life to death.

Yet, here I am beyond,

Changed, but not.

Ensconced in night,

Wrapped in shade,

I mull over a soul departed,

Whilst my essence remains.

Reborn?

Perhaps.

Midnight has renewed

What midday sort to strip,

Obsidian obliterated gold.

And although I feel nothing,

Wish for nothing,

Would die for nothing, except, except…

There is still you.

Yes, you.

I would slaughter it all

For you;

Ride infinity’s tides

For you;

Kill all,

For you.

I would tear down eternity,

Strip away time,

Repaint the universe crimson

And laugh at the stars.

I would.

I could.

I will.

Yet, I pause.

Incisors hover, halt, retract,

Cannot strike,

Cannot bring you back,

Return and rebuild you,

My Immortal, the one I have found after so long.

I won’t.

I can’t.

I shan’t.

Love remains.

Love forces my hand.

And, as I lie you down,

Replacing earth one crumb at a time,

Recovering that which should not have been uncovered,

I weep.

Not for me.

Not even for you.

I weep for she who turned,

Killed and remade me.

She who will know forever in darkness,

As I stand before one last sunrise

And smile.

—see you soon.

—see you soon.

—it’s beautiful to say goodbye.






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Midori (Requiem)

Her winsome smile,

Like the rising sun,

Crests the horizon of porcelain dreams.

To lose a love that barely touched eternity

Is a tragedy I struggle to bear.

The cranes fly overhead in honour,

Lotus petal falls 

And another memory fades away.

I am home again,

Our home,

Beside the Pacific breeze.

Sliding doors open:

Her footprints rest in rice-paper trails,

I struggle to look,

And refuse to see.

Midori,

Softer than silk,

Our love is your requiem

For in me it shall always thrive.


Requiem: A Backstory


I was laid in the dark, as is my way,

Listening to a playlist of moving music.

Relaxation came over me, a rarity, and I forgot myself.

I forgot the time, the place, and the world about me,

And drifted off into the child of thirteen I was

So very long ago.

The same song, same environment, same outcome.

I was back in the moment as though transported in time.

And as the music approached its finale,

The young me expected the usual song to follow it:

It didn’t.

I forgot where, who, and what I was in that moment between spaces,

Right up until the first note cued up: Mozart’s Requiem.

That’s when I realised growing up wasn’t so bad, after all.

(Image courtesy dylancg on deviantart)