The Alphabet of Broken Love
A is for angst, the lacerating emotion you spark inside my guts when I think of you…
B is for Bingo…boy did I win at that game…
C is for cherish, those precious moments you and I shared on the bleached white sand
D is for diabetes, the illness that nearly stole you from me on the crimson wings of death –
incidentally another word beginning with ‘D’
E is for evening, those long lonely hours I spent on my balcony watching the sun set while I
listened for your car
F is for fragrance, the heady scent of your freshly washed hair and talcum-powdered skin
G is for god…you’ve nearly convinced me you are one
H is for hatred, the dual side of our lovers’ coin
I is for insanity, the manic voices that whisper in my ears when you’re not around…
J is for jealousy, your sardonic variety and my engulfing passion
K is for knots…the tangles in your silken hair, the bigger ones in my throat, the massive one
you tied in my heartstrings
L is for love, the obvious, the beautiful, the destroyer and the architect of you and me
M is for music, it brought us together, it bore us along on its screaming wings, it consoled and
comforted and consumed…
N is for nails, the ones that are hammered into my wrists now that I’ve lost you, crucifying
me on the cross you carved out of infatuation and despair
O is for “Oh my God”…how I love you, how you anger me, how beautiful you look when you
don’t even have to try…
P is for pleading, begging you not to cut me off, while the cell phone slips and slides against
my sweating palms
Q is for quiet, that soft blanketing calm we shared on those sunrise vigils while the dew
glistened on the lawn
R is for rage, the incensed gleam in your eyes, the hot knives stabbing through my veins, the
grappling beneath a street lamp one tawdry night…
S is the first letter of your name
T is for how tenuous our bond is now, how it hangs by a thread, so close to breaking
U is for unkind, you were that day you broke my heart
V is for vanity, your primping in front of the mirror in your rock star threads, my arrogant
belief that I deserved you…
W is for wine, the copious glasses of ruby red that help ease the agony of our separation and
then give me a head ache in the morning to match the one in my heart
X is for your first wife, who stared stonily down at me from the pictures that still hung on
your wall…
Y is for you, my angel, the harbinger of my despair, misery monger and beautiful heart
breaker
Z is for zero, for emptiness, nil, nothing…the death of our great love
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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