Little Escapes

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Venice

 

Your absence, once profound,

has become the status quo.

Your transition from chorus to background noise,

shockingly fast.

 

The winds of grief blew you away from me.

But what maintains your distance, I don’t know.

Is it choice or defect?

It’s been so long that the reason

no longer matters.

 

Last night I dreamt we were in Venice –

Gondola rides and windswept hair.

Winding through canals in awe of ancient beauty.

For a brief dreamed moment,

I had you back.

 

But the thing is –

We wake from dreams.

And even though irreplaceable,

Venice still sinks into the sea.

It is slowly, imperceptibly, but surely

Sinking beneath the surface to one day disappear.

 

And so, my dear, are you.