Your scent gave me heartaches
Vivere 20/11/21
Dedicated to your world's own recipients.
Danse Macabre Your hands never felt more perfect than in mine, A dyad so in sync, it felt like reflections in the calmest of waters, A dance so heartfelt it deemed deeper than any known emotion, that even in death, our twain of souls would waltz even the depths of Styx. Our intimacy was never meant to end, but the world wouldn’t permit such perfection. Danse Macabre, living nor dead, our demise did not thwart our union, even in the darkest forms of limbo we’d caper sensually, whether as groom and bride in the mortal plane, or as death defied soulmates in the house of Hades. We’d tread the expanse in sedated melody, A lethargic performance unfathomably everlasting.
I
Odorem Your faint fragrance still lingers, I still see your afterimages scattered in places we’ve always shared our feelings and conversations, our peace, our paradise. I still hear your hearty laughs, your melancholic cries, your lengthy rants. I still wish we were on the same patch of grass by each other’s side watching the vast sky, still hoping I’d get to feel your warm hand clasped in mine for all eternity. Hoping we’d never fall apart, I gaze above with your heart next to mine. We were never perfect, and we never hoped to be, as I recall our parting, I still wish you never forget about me. I may be your stepping stone for a better you, your first love, your first of many pains, but to me, you didn’t feel like a finished chapter, you were the ending of a book.
II
Akin I still get a bittersweet aftertaste even in our unionized dreams, I still see you as the love of my life, but you never saw me in the same light, that’s why we’re poles apart, intimate but remote, felt but fabricated. But I still cling to a together the world wouldn’t permit. You told me I was your sun, your ray of inspiration, your everlasting glow, but you hid the fact that you were the night’s very own Luna, trying your hardest not to be present in the same sky with me. You ostracized me without you even knowing it. That’s why we’re so different, never akin, perpetually antithetical, your understanding of “Love” was never in line with mine. You adored me, I loved you, we were never the same.
III
Solitude's Requiem You were always there, my perpetual melody, my ever-so-complete symphony. A song never meant to be played early, a waltz danced too hurriedly. As I listened to your movements, the elation I once felt didn't resonate the same dedicated tone, only then that our perfect harmony, slowly deteriorated. The more I embraced your tune, I felt nothing but the space that separates us, the space that divides both our worlds, with each passing second, you felt more distant than ever before. Radio silence, an utter musical mishap, fell before me with unrelenting affliction. With you showing more signs of resignation, we grew remotely vehement. Our magnificent duet, faintly, reluctantly, turned to two solos, you sang Freedom's Grace, I sang Solitude's Requiem, solemnly, silently, note by note, I grew deaf.
IV
A lament to what once was In medias res, in a world where love blooms and hate relinquished, across Terra’s spacious surface. Our timely voyage, interrupted, yet appropriately accompanied, by what insinuated a sorrowful plea. “O’ thy harbringer of darkness, heed my invocation, thine grace, no more no less, of life’s intricate instruction. Healer of souls, Paragon of dusk, in all of which that returns to nothing, I ask to peruse what once was, beside me, all for a hushed immolate. Desperation at the behest of the Goddess, nevertheless, a man who has naught, still has himself to provide. even if it isn’t meant to be” In solemn awe, humanity listens. Some deem it a legend, others call it a myth, plentiful interpretations from varied lands, but he cared not, as the siren’s first and last act, he sings his lament.
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Wrinkle 5:43 PM There we were, embracing each other, behind us was the sunset of a lifetime, a scenery like no other, a silent siren from which signaled, our moment, our paradise. This was our fate, a prophecy foreseen for such couples to succumb to certain intimacy, nothing felt wrong, even if the dusk disappears we would still be embracing each other. As soulmates.
6:02 PM The sun bashfully settles down, and the sacred Luna comes to view, we’d gander and talk about its beauty, its craters, its dark side. We’d converse for God knows how long, for both of us felt at home with each of one’s own beating of the heart. So serene. 6:39 PM You never looked so beautiful in my eyes that night, you stood out like a Goddess surrounded by mortals, you really are something else, even the most subtle of your movements, felt like gestures of grace and elegance. Understood yet still so mystifying. 7:13 PM Stars, fill the heavens as we wonder upon the sight of them, we didn’t really know what lies beyond the expanse, or if there really are more like us, but it didn’t change the fact that you are living proof, that the universe gyrates around your celestial body. More illustrious than any wonder of the galaxy.
7:50 PM As Nyx’s glory reigned supreme and enveloped us, to the point that I can’t see the beauty that drove me to the depths of affection, but as I felt your sensation, I came to realize that I had cherished you because of you, your existence, your entirety. Such situations proceed us, to our final slumber.
8:15 PM Amidst our dormant state, I keep getting whispers from an unknown source, telling me to wake up and face reality as is,
“This is not your present.” “This is not your time.” “This is not you,” “and it never will be.”
I wake and see you in tranquil trance, and I follow shortly after, knowing that our morrow will be brighter than ever. 5:40 PM You were never here, As I clasped your last note, all I could do was to think about the things we could have done, together.
There was no promised happy ending. I'll be reunited with you soon, my dear.
“May our paths converge once again and fall in love anew.”
fin.
'Your scent gave me heartaches' is a collaborative work, made by two authors as part of their outgoing writing project, and this won't be their last.
Thank you for reading.
T.riel A. Lain