Fossils

For one moment in time 

what we created had a heartbeat

We don’t need to hold it in our hands

to know it was real,

to know it was alive

I felt it when the pads of your fingertips cradled my pulse

and your lips grew swollen

from the secrets you could only say

in the dark 

All too soon the first snow was here 

The icicles formed around the words on your tongue 

like spikes on a dog collar

I reached for you but 

the daggers of your defense left my palms bloody

Who will you allow to fill the craters of my absence?

Enchant them with bathes of honeysuckle and sugar

Only to wrap them around your knuckles

when you’re going into battle

They’ll bear the scars and

You’ll emerge triumphant and unscathed 

Against an enemy that wears your smirk

My wounds are freshly healed

From when you did the same to me

The moment we shared 

became a mosaic in your wake 

Many of the edges have grown smooth 

under the tides of time

But the ones that remain jagged

carve a space

into the stillness of dawn

No amount of amber could’ve preserved the heartbeat we created 

A heartbeat that was once alive

I no longer know if it was real

from my previous blog posted 01.10.22