Up In Smoke

Will it all go up smoke,

my feelings for you.

Were they burned away

in your attempts to keep them hidden

from the duplicitous prying eyes?

.

As Eve wanted the shiny fruit

and yearned to know all,

I want your freedom,

and yearn to bring this wish to fruition.

.

But the eating of this metaphorical fruit,

would cause everything

to become transparent.

Like refracted light through glass,

that transparency would burn you.

Again.

I can’t allow that to happen.

.

I dearly wish for you to still be

nestled in that old strong warmth

and never have been burned.

But without that tsunami,

would we ever have gotten that close?

.

I feel like a carrion bird,

a vulture to be exact,

returning after a giant battle has been fought

and lost.

A carrion bird comes and picks at the flesh

still attached to the bleached bones.

By definition, this proves I am not

a carrion bird.

But I am a scavenger.

.

After the battle,

I have returned in an attempt

to mend the broken flesh

that was wrenched from the bone.

I want to help with repair,

but in a way I am too late.

Some things can never be repaired.

.

The last burn,

left a gaping wound in your heart.

A wound so dark that it swallowed everything in sight,

leaving you stuck in a miasma of pitch blackness.

In a repetition of that event,

I fear you would be swallowed whole

and left unable to return

from the Netherworld.

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