Sunset Soon Forgotten

Sunset Soon Forgotten

If I could pick apart your rib cage
like I pick on these strings,
I’d search for your heart,
or at least the space where it’s supposed to be.
Because I know the miles were arduous,
but you swore that we could conquer them
and I’m not quite sure how you left me so calmly
as if I deserved it;
as if I didn’t deserve you.

I’m gazing up at this painted sky
and the storm clouds moving in,
and it’s actually a lot like you.
It offered so much promise to begin with.
The pinks were the I Love You’s
and the golds were the I Won’t Cheat’s
while the violets were the Forever, Baby’s
and the reds were the Marry Me’s;
but the storm offered only grays and blacks and a strange shade of dark green.
It engulfed all of the beauty
and it ruined everything.

So I’m staring at my reflection
on the surface of the lake,
and it’s the first time in a year
that I haven’t seen a distorted face.
The storm is almost over
and as the drizzle bounces off the water,
I realize that it was true.
I didn’t deserve you.
I deserved better.
This is a sunset soon forgotten,
and it’s actually
a lot
like you.