Dusted Dreams

It was meant to be a dream

a farce

never meant to go further.

Yet it did.

Here we stand

at a crossroads

we must decide

whether to go forward

or turn around

walk back the way we came

to never explore

ascertain

that we could have made it work.

I sit here

tears free falling

mourning the loss

of innocence

trust

love

heart breaking

shattering

destroyed

by one single act.

Our lives

in shambles

unsure

that it can go back

to what we had

to what we shared.

Love given freely

trust brokered

gone

single snap of the fingers

I want to scream

‘It just isn’t fucking fair!’

This was my dream.

I have had to watch

as it crumbled

sandcastles in the sky

washed away by

treachery and deceit.

Picking up the pieces of my heart

locking them away

jeweled casket.

I will eat the key

give it to no one

shuttered forever more

against love

against wants

against dreams.

Dreams are meant to be broken

not lived.

November 19/18

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