By Sara Aslagson-Sahar
We were sunshine in a raining land
Three birthday dances instead of one
We were adventures and long drives to new sights
Bowling predilection and Doctor Who introductions
Partnership in music videos turned into kisses in clubs
They told us it wouldn’t last and we thought we could prove them wrong
But I was gone
And you were there
And when it was nearing the end I thought it was all you:
You wouldn’t talk to me,
You didn’t tell me about your friends,
You deserted me and let our fairytale end.
But it was me too.
You once said one chance that’s it,
And rather than commit a leap of faith
I found reasons to push you away
I told you secrets, but not my truth,
I told you with certainty that I was sharing the whole of me
I was convinced I was an open book waiting to be read
If you would only pick me up
And turn the page.
What I didn’t know is that I was the library at Hogwarts
So many open spaces, so many books to be read
But still that restricted section
Where the deepest and darkest magic lies and you need permission to get in
And I hid those slips long ago
And you did not have an invisibility cloak
And why would you
You didn’t even know that section existed
For neither did I.
Only looking back can I see the true faults of you and me.
The fact that it was a we that made up the team
Both of us contributed
Both of us paved that road,
Our plans and dreams and aspirations could not withstand the desperation of daily life.
We were a house of cards in a wind tunnel
One desperate kiss in an airport
We were strained silence and a desire to be right
Unwavering knowledge delivered in a rotted bow.
The team that didn’t make it,
No trophy for us,
writer from USA
work of artist Gitta Pardoel
started 1 MAY 2010 email : firstname.lastname@example.org
design: gitta pardoel logo: modhir ahmed © ila-magazine