katabasis

Euridice, Euridice daughter of mortals, sworn to divine; the bell tolls, the bell rings “I’m sorry, I miss you” Orpheus turns; Euridice. the unmade sheets, dog-eared pages stacked, dishes scattered in the sink sunlight splashes I close my eyes I see the ghost of where you’ve been how long has it been since the summer of your smile, the spring of your voice. twenty years waiting, your Penelope; a shroud unwoven by time tick, tick, tick. the clock continually ticks. it drags me by the hands, grabs me by the heart. every grain falling through the hourglass, a lifetime I once spent with you. every word I never said, a pomegranate never split; I called your name too late. Melpomene, my very own muse, hear the swan song of my heart three words we never got to say i love you i love you i love you i turn to you to confess (don’t look don’t look don’t look) and there you are. you’re gone. we were two sides of the same fate, half of each other; star-crossed, but snip. your shears split the weave and. Fates themselves can’t force supernovas to align / when they’ve already long died