Graveyard Like Glass

The tall grass lightly brushes against my bare ankles

As I walk the graveyard like glass,

Careful not to tip over the white candles.

Your soul stumbles behind me like a lost tourist,

It growls and it mumbles,

And you get lost in the first spring mist.

This is a celebration, yes, this is a true love story.

I might have lost my patience,

The lipstick stains might have turned gory,

But I promise that I can barely feel those bruises.

Do not call St. Thomas,

Do not ask around about the nooses.

We were once so promising, so mesmerizing –

Until you tasted your own medicine

And the bitterness was terrifying.

You threw our lives away, but I tried to retrieve them.

I looked night and day,

Not knowing you were no longer a believer.

Now the tall grass cuts open my pale and freezing feet

As I walk the graveyard like glass,

Careful not to step into the defeat.

No, this cannot be over, just keep following me,

Hold onto my shoulder,

Let me push aside all the debris.

This is a celebration, yes, this is what we needed,

Love without any hesitation,

Trapping the hunger to feed it.

Walk the graveyard like glass, do not fall or break.

Let’s skip the mass,

Let’s swim to the middle of the lake

And put an end to what you so heedlessly started,

Saying I have gone around the bend,

Saying I was coldhearted.

-JW