Something Heavier Than Tears
A Perpetually Pretty View

She used to write me songs
Of relatability entwined
With appreciation and
Sprinkled with a little
Bit if magic
🎼
I found myself in the space
Between her arial typed words
More than I ever did
In amongst my own
Handwritten scrawl
🎼
I watched her pluck
The strings of her guitar
As if they were sutures
And the melody they made
Was the beating of
A freshly repaired heart
(My heart)
🎼
I swallowed the music
Like it was medicine
And stupidly thought
She’ll stay
She saved me
So she’ll stay
🎼
(She didn’t)
🎼
Our friendship was
Rock climbing
Challenging and
Fuelled with adrenaline but with
A perpetually pretty view
🎼
Towards the end
Our hands kept slipping
Our grips loosening
Like a slipknot
And then she let go
It was as abrupt as if
Someone had pushed her
But nobody was close enough to
(Except for me)
And I swear I needed her
Too much to ever let her fall
(Unless she chose to)
🎼
I was clinging to the surface
Staring out at a view
That was worlds away
Elusive as love
Unattainable as friendship
🎼
I looked for her
Scouring the ground
Expecting to find her
Broken at the bottom
Of the cliff
(As breathless as I felt)
🎼
But when I caught a glimpse of her
She was smiling at
The top of a mountain
Hands raised and
Fingertips brushing the clouds
Eyes lit up with starlight
🎼
I am still clinging
To the side of a cliff
Hands bleeding
Palms raw
Limbs shaking
Eyes filled with something
Heavier than tears and
More harrowing than numbness
🎼
I am still clinging to our friendship
Like it is a hospital room
A lifeline, a prayer
Because to me it was
(To me it was salvation)
🎼
She disappeared like
A cruel magic trick but
The memories slowly
Blew away like smoke
Billowing from a chimney
Leaving the warmth
Of a fireplace and
Venturing into the
Snowflake serenaded sky
🎼
The memories are still
Trickling away now
Water over pebbles in
An almost dried up stream
But when the flashbacks come
They are a fist to the gut
They wrench at my heartstrings
Like waves surging for the shore
🎼
She used to write
Inscriptions in my books
And now I stumble across them
Like one might discover
Blood leading to a crime scene
I run my fingers over
The pages' indents and
Wonder if she finds
Reminders of me like
I find wraiths of her
🎼
I close my eyes
And search for
Some kind of epiphany
Why would she let go of me
When she said I was what
Held her together?
🎼
But life is not a movie
And we were not forever
And closure is no more
Guaranteed than
Happiness is
🎼
But just in case
You’re searching for it too
I hope you find a
Perpetually pretty view
That you can reach
And hold and cradle
And I wish for you
To find someone
Who plays you songs
On their guitar
(And stays)
Even after
They’ve saved you
About the Creator
Poppy
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