In Another World, We Might Have Been Forever

Prose Poetry

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I hold the pieces of you close even thought the sharpness of those edges still pierces me to this day.

You were a fortress surrounded by barbed wire, and I thought I’d be the one to overcome every danger if it meant I could stay beside you a little longer.

Thoughts swayed this way and that, like a slow dance in the middle of crowded room.

We became each other’s drugs with how addicted we were to the closeness we had — something that we hadn’t found in anyone else.

It was too easy to believe it all would last forever.

But the cracks began to snip, snap, and break away from the gentle surface we’d concocted from all our best memories.

Our darkness ran deep like creatures crawling on the sea floor that no human being had ever chanced to see.

We told ourselves we were special in whisper-light promises of what tomorrow might bring.

That was the beginning of the end, wasn’t it?

Forever couldn’t hold a candle to the wayward whims of a human life.

You hurt me, and I hurt you back, and we amped up the drama just to see how far we could bend till the break made us remember our mortality.