Our Love Belongs To You No More
by Esther Frances
Posted: Friday, April 28, 2006 Word Count: 256 Summary: Retaking the love, the energy, the giving....even when that's not really true... |
Our love belongs to you no more
Every word and thought and action
is solid documentation
absolute proof
that we, in dunes, existed
Once or twice or maybe more
Every kiss dropped
Every keen memory
embellished with rhyme and rhythm
belongs to the public abyss
and I now offer my part in this
for the greater good
Our love belongs to you no more
It never did
It was my creation
I made it all up like a storm in a teacup
and then I drank you all down
in one warm gulp
Every shroud we shook out
Every different word we reinvented
I took it all…and selfishly
I reshaped it into what I wanted
Though if I am perfectly honest
What I really wanted was you
Our love belongs to you no more
I have torn it from your memory
like a job ad in the local rag
I have absorbed every hidden pulse
and made a meal of it
A feast that I have greedily consumed
Every photograph we never took
Even the words we never said
They belong to me
And I choose to exercise my right
to interpret them as I please
and indeed in hidden mirth I shall
Our love belongs to you no more
And as I reclaim it for the universe
I see your charity is dissipating
and you are finally left bereft
Finger searching over memories
Scanning in trays and out trays
for some rational validation
that you or we ever existed
But even that belongs to me……..
Every word and thought and action
is solid documentation
absolute proof
that we, in dunes, existed
Once or twice or maybe more
Every kiss dropped
Every keen memory
embellished with rhyme and rhythm
belongs to the public abyss
and I now offer my part in this
for the greater good
Our love belongs to you no more
It never did
It was my creation
I made it all up like a storm in a teacup
and then I drank you all down
in one warm gulp
Every shroud we shook out
Every different word we reinvented
I took it all…and selfishly
I reshaped it into what I wanted
Though if I am perfectly honest
What I really wanted was you
Our love belongs to you no more
I have torn it from your memory
like a job ad in the local rag
I have absorbed every hidden pulse
and made a meal of it
A feast that I have greedily consumed
Every photograph we never took
Even the words we never said
They belong to me
And I choose to exercise my right
to interpret them as I please
and indeed in hidden mirth I shall
Our love belongs to you no more
And as I reclaim it for the universe
I see your charity is dissipating
and you are finally left bereft
Finger searching over memories
Scanning in trays and out trays
for some rational validation
that you or we ever existed
But even that belongs to me……..