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We Saw the End Before We Even Said Hello
Prose Poetry
Don’t speak, not now — or you’ll give me the hope I dare not say aloud.
There are too many lies to tell, but we’ve always tried to be honest with each other, haven’t we?
I could see in the flash of a moment that you might be my biggest mistake. But I also knew I’d be sorry if I didn’t give you a chance. Your eyes told me stories of a future that could be lived — if only I had the guts to grasp it.
Did you see the horizon that day? The yellow blended with the blue, a milky concoction of a summer day, and I would have held your hand for the first time if I had just been brave enough.
Even then, I could feel the tremors, but I ignored the roll of the earthquake inside me. I wanted to believe in the good of you — the good that might be able to rub off on me too.
Endings — we had no time for them in those early days.
Beginnings — we were so keen to catch them in our hands and try to keep them captive for as long as possible.
We knew we had an expiration date — but when, when, when?
We were playing with fire, and we both knew it.
Wind and hail and ice could come, but we’d still hang onto those summer sunshine days.
