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We Were No More Than Sparks and Glitter
Oh, I left us there on the ground.
The party left my apartment trashed, but most of all I could remember trying to clean up all the glitter on the floor. Even the vacuum couldn’t seem to suck it all up fast enough.
And I had far too much time for thinking even as the machine rumbled.
I thought of your absence, so obscene, as I lingered at the edges of my own party.
You were supposed to be there, a touch away, but you didn’t even show your face.
Maybe that was my fault.
Is it my fault?
Oh, hell if I knew anymore.
But I looked down at the glitter dusting every surface and thought it such a metaphor: that’s us. That’s us, and there’s not one thing I can do about it.
We were just as fleeting as glitter, as confetti, as feathers to be shed from wings that would go onward and away.
You didn’t want to be my forever. I gave you that chance, and you dropped the ball. The snow globe shattered. The hourglass tumbled and cracked, spilling sand of so much time wasted.
And all I could think was how I was the monster in all this. After all, what had scared you away? Was it how much I could be when anxiety gripped me…
