Nov 03

fell in love with Apollo

I woke up in the meadow again
Folding origami birds from your sentences
Sun beating down a reminder of my own mortality 
You never knew what it was like to live in fear of death 
Every step for you just an extension of the fates woven tapestry 
As for me? I was walking through the tapestry reveling in your beauty forgetting it was merely there for the pleasure of my figure
I do not believe my love was wrong for it was made by you, a god and made to last further than time's withered grasp 
If time wasn't enough to cripple a person the loneliness when you left was inextinguishable 
I could have gone home that night with your words stitched to my lungs 
Knowing full well she was waiting at the door 
Hips leaning to one side a reminiscence of a child who came and went
She could tell in my eyes
You had left a mark
Something had changed
My mortality becoming a trifle something to be bargained for
I fell asleep with little encouragement knowing tomorrow I would see you again
Visiting the shrine people had made for you 
A god and hoping one day 
I wouldn't be alone among the flowers and spices 
You had told me you would be there in the morning rising with the mist
You had told me I was special different from all the others
Yet in this moment I could tell I was nothing more than a moment of boredom among the trees
Back and back and back again I came
Till the flowers and offerings and origami birds became blurred and empty 
And every little wish every rib cage trembling 
Turning back to a mortal's weakness