by Kelly O., 15
I saw her dancing there beside the moon,
and the stars dimmed themselves,
paving way for her light.
On the familiar wooden pier
above where the waves caressed the sand,
she danced with me,
and we were lifted home to the heavens.
But eternity does not last,
for more than just a moment.
And the soulful bliss of love
will always be broken
by the cruelty of human existence.
Now I must see her;
she is far too weak to dance,
for only standing is too crippling a pressure
for the knees
of the widow’s weakened soul.
The wood of the old pier
has sunken down
and cracked into pieces
from the footsteps of failed forevers.
And underneath,
the waves who softly intertwined with the sand,
now crash against one another
in an agony,
that is bound to repeat itself without end.
I watch her slight smile falter,
Since memory is not enough,
when one’s companion is their shadow
rather than the one they love.
Her once round face of beauty falls to nothing.
Caught in between worlds
of the missing and the remaining.
Her haunting by darkness itself will continue
Until the moment where she too must end.
For now I am only the burn,
the arid dust that is
caught in her long,
soft eyelashes,
as she throws me into the ocean
where the fragments of many others
now live.
Our fire has been extinguished,
and I am left to drown in the ocean’s depths,
while she tries to swim
in what we used to be.
We are but a stolen moment,
held captive by endless night,
and love will never cease
to be pained by the fragility of existence.
Manasquan, New Jersey
Bridge Ink 