Triggered

Finally relaxing on my high-rise roof I notice you across the street on your balcony seemingly aloof listening to vintage Carly Simon "... you say we can keep our love alive" You stare my way and energetically waive "Babe all I know is what I see" I hesitate, smile and then return the gesture "The couples cling and claw" As if on cue you stand and press against the railing "and drown in love's debris" Still smiling as my heart beats faster "... we'll soar like two birds through the clouds" "What's your name?" you playfully cry out "But soon you'll cage me on your shelf" "Who wants to know?" is my surprising reply "I'll never learn to be just me first by myself" Sudden flashbacks hijack my thinking "... it's time we moved in together and raised a family of our own, you and me" Why is this happening? Why am I sinking? "... that's the way I've always heard it should be you want to marry me, we'll marry" I hear your beseeching, unintelligible shouts as I retreat Painful memories open like an oubliette under my feet— p l u n g i n g Lost and languishing in isolation's labyrinth