Every effort I made at conversation
Brought the revelation of a new man
And every morning, I dreamt of a life where
Adoration shielded me.
You told me stories of my childhood
How I would pick tomatoes in the garden
And laugh so hard I began to cry,
The grass tickling at my toes.
You told me about our visit to the beach
That lucky summer, tumbling in the sand
Waves beating against the rocks
Enveloping me in quiet air.
I always wondered what you wanted
Although it was beyond my comprehension
Masked by stupidity.
Did it hurt at first?
The sun blinding me through the crack in the window
The small plants: mercurial now
(a reflection of who is most worthy)
Lemonade and arsenic flow through the veins of what must be
I am no longer in need of mending, so I deny your calls
A numbness so distinct. I lie, paralyzed in the sun.
You embody something I could never be.
Alexia is in Honours Arts, English Literature and Rhetoric, First Year (1B as of Spring 2020).