It Was You

Turn away. Go escape
 find your relief

As you indulge yourself

In your reasons of make believe

Yes, Hide. Avoid.

Sure, Stay out of sight 

Convince yourself with whatever it takes

To get you through the night.  

Walk. In fact, Run. 

To greener pastures across.

Dont pause . Don't look back .

To see your damage caused.

Abstain. To sustain. 

That stubbornness. This charade.

Disregard who it maims.

Continue your high horse parade.

I promise.
Wont ask no questions

for the scars you are mounting

What I don't promise.
 Is forgiveness 

For every blow, but who's counting. 

And when I'm asked who caused this.

I'll take your blame too

But you will know what was the remedy.

It was you.
It was  you.
It was you

Two little words that hold a world of promise.

And then. 

Two little words that seem to me as a prelude. A precursor to something wonderful. Like a swift, surprising transition.
From nothing to everything.

And then. 

And then..  there it was.. Tucked inside his pocket, a few wads of unexpected money. Lying there, waiting innocuously, to be found in case of an emergency such as exactly this.

And then.. her feeble hands softly twitched around his....and she blinked her heavily sedated eyes open to meet his. 

And then.. the phone rang, to tell her that everything she had given up... 

had been worth it.

And then.. the light pierced through the forbidden sky 

and the rain stopped falling.

And then.., she said,"I Do""

And then, his terse lips broke into a broad smile.

And then.. I met you.

The Symphony of the Heart.

Where.

are.

you.

The Keys to the Door.

The door is locked.

Windows bolted.

Curtains drawn shut

Lights out.

And then there are whispers outside.

Unlock it! Open up! Let us in! NO, This is important!

and then the whispers graduate to raised voices and violent tones.

And then they scream and growl and hurl and scowl due to the long wait.

I wonder if they considered that its the darkness that's holding me back.

And I wait for the morning light to find my way to the door.

I will let them in.

I will be a better person.

Maybe tomorrow.

....And then there were none.

She came back looking for her chalked-on pavement fairytales,

merry-go-round horses and

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

dreams.

but this time the story ended before she had time to jump.

Only the rain came down.

melting sunshines and rainbows into the grey cement floors that cracked beneath her feet.