All at once
with her mind’s eye
she sees
through
resounding light,
her whole life.
Every breath,
each beat of her
heart.
The what ifs
and the should
have beens
d
i
s
s
o
l
v
e
in a farewell kiss.
For finally
she has learned
to live
most
intentionally,
most
unapologetically,
here
and
now.
.
.
.
Though we were before
never in the same tide.
We shared.
Does this mean we’re worth the history?
Our ties parted all those years ago-
a ribbon cut on a whim.
Though that ribbon was crafted from blood,
it was deprived of oxygen-
no breath in it to give us life.
So thin that it could not keep its colour.
Ruby veins trickling away down the drain,
becoming water.
Where we raced forward over towering waves
the crescendo of rapid currents
ripping through infallible memories.
Despite them-
we acquiesced to separation.
Losing sight of one another,
drifting without care in casual opposition.
A disheartened ocean.
Now suddenly,
out of pale tides-
your hand reaches out to mine.
So close that I could catch it.
But when I stop and think,
mellow currents still interrupt
bitter with distilled poison.
Jagged breaths choking me
until my chest threatens collapse.
And though I’m sorry for it,
and though now
I can wish you happiness..
I still float further away.
Because I can’t help but think
that to reach out to you …
could not possibly be worth it.
Some call it red 