twenty five years

I waited twenty five years  
to find your ghost
 
If I have to wait another
twenty five years  
to find another like you  
I might purchase
a ticket on the last train  
out of town  
before the clock reads 39
 
We lived in a fish bowl  
without water, without air  
and breathed each other’s souls  
like we would die from starvation  
 
I laughed myself to oblivion  
and stopped being afraid of the dark  
I stopped being a corpse that walked
and started being  
the kind of puppet I could be proud of
animated at my own command  
 
We dined on tears and soul fissures
you dealt in heat and questionable legalities  
fed me conquests and poetry  
and I repaid you with new words
put you on the pedestal  
of muses  
and wrote you into history  
 
Perhaps we were too bright to last  
like the explosion of a supernova
perhaps we were too broken to be fixed  
with poetry and promises  
we inevitably failed to follow through on  
perhaps I am tired of waiting  
for your voice, tired of the words
that never come anymore  
though you said they would  
if I just waited  
(until the end of forever)
 
Perhaps we’re just angels destined  
to be strangers  
now all the poetry and laughter  
is done  
 
© Indie Adams 2014