When We Were Gods

I am God.

And I am falling.

I do not look at the earth rising up to meet me, but at the rift in the sky leaving me behind.

I see demons with sad smiles on happy faces and angels with kind eyes hiding sinister thoughts.

I see a body of fire. A woman draped in white and touched by flame. I cannot see her face, only the oblivion of her eyes, promising both the harmony and destruction that lie within them. The type that are the same color as the sea in a postcard that is sent by the one that loves you but not enough to stay.

Her eyes are blue.

And upon them I abandoned myself.

She takes my hand. I know I have to tell her something important, something I never had the chance to say in my previous life, but the weight of words left unspoken lodges itself in my throat- wanting to, but not yet moved to begin.

The ground is rising fast now.

I fear that if I ever did come to deserver-Her, there would be nothing left of the me that saw her the first time-Shhhhh

She pulls me in closer.

I'm being burned alive in an embrace I had never hoped to receive.

I'm falling.

But I don't care because it's with her.

I'm god-or at least I was.