Affiance, Mislaid

Promises, avowals.

You swore, didn’t you? To stay,

Through thick and thin, for better or for worse,

As goes the adage. As have been the sweet nothings since time immemorial.

I knew better, and I have, for some time now.

For words have failed to be the salve to my wounds

And I wanted more,

More than your saccharine placations,

More than the mirage of a shining future,

More than the home we built for ourselves in our dreams.

I wanted…realities. Small, steady, live realities

That I could envelop myself in,

That I could replace my armour with,

That I could finally call home.

But here we are instead,

On opposite ends of a bridge burnt to its very skeleton,

And I could not care less if it were to turn to ashes,

And drift away in the whistling winds, just as your words did.

So I raise the flame to its denouement

And bury the albatross for good.