she stood next to me
basking in the burn
of the love that I poured
onto her
she tried to reflect it back
onto me
and for moments,
ones that I turned into porcelain,
I felt the heat

resonating with what was always
just outside of my grasp
I swallowed every whisper
she sent to me
so much so
that I never allowed myself
to breathe

and I drowned

and she swam away

and now,
hundreds of sunsets passed,
I try to take a breath
and I choke
because the fumes
she left inside of me
like residue
around a cold glass of water,
in the heat of a summer’s day,
are more interesting
than what is left to drink

so I find myself
yet again

© Copyright 2016 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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