Beautiful

I want to talk about the way
things come undone.
But is it possible
for you to understand?

You’re so together,
I’m anything but.
Little fragments,
supposed to be a puzzle.
I’ve lost focus
of what the picture should be.
How can I make it now?

Once,
I was beautiful.
When I was young.

Fragile colored glass.
A delicate flower.
Nothing lasts.
Nothing stays beautiful forever.

The fall leaves,
but then the winter.
What is after that,
for us?

Dreams and hopes
break apart,
making room for what is new.
Life feeds on the dead.

All things beautiful
are destroyed.

Take a photo
while it lasts.
It will be gone.
Looking back,
the memories are lost
in shadow and dust.
Nothing more
to hold, to have.

So young, becoming old
even as I hold you.

I want to promise:
“I will always be there”
and “My love is forever.”
But it’s not true
and I cannot lie to you.

 

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